1952 (con. 1920s) E. Reid Mafia ix: The demand for the dirty stuff was so great that the alky cookers became an army, every little store became an alky dispensary.at alky-cooker (n.) under alky, n.
1952 E. Reid Mafia 125: He just beat a charge of running a bookie joint [...] in an operation which netted $100,000 a year.at beat, v.
1952 E. Reid Mafia 125: Anthony Robert (‘Tony’) Gizzo [...] dresses expensively, likes to eat and drink well, loves night clubs and nightlife and is a woman chaser.at chaser, n.1
1952 E. Reid Mafia 68: In Italy [...] the price per kilo ranged from $1000 to $ 1500; you can figure the dope pushers’ profit on the cut stuff they sold their customers.at cut, adj.3
1952 E. Reid Mafia 65: ‘[W]e’re using Coast Guard craft as ‘escorts’ for hot ships to prevent them from making contact with junk boats.at junk, adj.
1952 E. Reid Mafia 49: [He] was a confidant of big wheels in the New York political set-up and was credited with being able to ‘make’ federal judges and city magistrates.at make, v.
1952 E. Reid Mafia 66: The Manhattan crossed the Atlantic for a year carrying 125 pounds of opium and 20 kilos of heroin. She was ‘tossed’ at every port until the cache was discovered.at toss, v.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 53: I’m copping a walk for myself. What about you? [Ibid.] 69: he could go over, open the door and cop a walk for himself.at cop a walk (v.) under cop a..., v.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 84: Find the house was [...] [e]asy as falling off a log.at easy as falling off a log, adj.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 38: Rock and roll was strictly for the birds and [...] the goddam lousy Anglos.at anglo, n.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 61: Maybe we could send them around to put the arm on this Connie bim.at put the arm on (v.) under arm, n.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 34: You and me, we ain’t done nothing but fool around like a couple of babies.at fool around, v.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 80: In a pig’s rump they wouldn’t blame him.at in a pig’s arse! (excl.) under pig’s arse!, excl.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 36: What about this baby doll of yours? Are you hauling her along?at baby-doll (n.) under baby, n.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 52: Crummy music. Bammies that are mostly hay. Beer at a buck a throw.at bammy, n.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 59: She’d sell them all down the river just for bangs.at for bangs (adv.) under bang, n.1
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 86: ‘What about another cup of coffee?’ ‘Sure. Why not? Be my guest.’.at be my guest, phr.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 7: When I go to a pusher, do you think he dares hand me any beat stuff?at beat, adj.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 24: Dum Dum had the idea that they’d all like to deuce out, beat feet right out of there.at beat feet (it) (v.) under beat, v.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 68: A babe like you is too cute to take the big sleep so soon.at big sleep (n.) under big, adj.
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 70: Things like this could send you to the birdhouse.at birdhouse (n.) under bird, n.4
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 51: Hot biscuits are dirty ditties [...] That phony Elvis Presley up there records them [and] sells the platters to the working stiffs.at biscuit, n.1
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 14: They surrounded the jukebox [...] slipping a blip into the slot.at blip, n.1
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 22: He was blowing tea night and day [...] he was higher than a giraffe’s toupee.at blow, v.1
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 107: Pepe offered him a stick [...] ‘Where else do they pass the boom around for free?’.at boom, n.2
1959 W. Brown Teen-Age Mafia 70: Whitey had booted enough horse into her so that she’d be out for three or four hours.at boot, v.5