1923 (con. 1917–18) T. Boyd Through the Wheat 199: ‘Where’s Lieutenant Bedford?’ [...] ‘Dead as hell,’ he was answered.at dead as..., adj.
1923 (con. 1917–18) T. Boyd Through the Wheat 152: We’ve got to git his dog-tag off.at dog tag (n.) under dog, n.2
1923 (con. 1917–18) T. Boyd Through the Wheat 124: Smells like some’p’n you’ve stepped in. Mah guts can’t go that stuff.at go, v.
1923 (con. 1917–18) T. Boyd Through the Wheat 164: ‘Ho there, you yellow greaseball, what do you want?’ He hailed one of the mess helpers who was approaching.at greaseball, n.
1923 (con. 1917–18) T. Boyd Through the Wheat 122: We knocked ’em for a gool, a cock-eyed gool.at knock for a loop (v.) under knock, v.
1923 (con. 1917–18) T. Boyd Through the Wheat 94: You better get down, you lumphead.at lumphead (n.) under lump, n.
1923 T. Boyd Through Wheat 131: ‘Bring your canteen cups. Sergeant-major coffee.’ [...] ‘Coffee, hot! And milk and sugar in it!’.at sergeant-major’s (tea) (n.) under sergeant-major, n.
1923 T. Boyd Through Wheat 131: ‘Bring your canteen cups. Sergeant-major coffee.’ [...] ‘Coffee, hot! And milk and sugar in it!’.at sergeant major coffee (n.) under sergeant-major, n.
1923 T. Boyd Through the Wheat 51: Wipe that smile off your face, you men back there.at wipe the smile off someone’s face (v.) under wipe, v.