1939 J. Cary Mister Johnson (1952) 81: Oh my God, my dear bloody yamhead, what the father and mother of hell is seven and twopence from fifteen and a tanner?at father (and mother) of..., n.
1939 J. Cary Mister Johnson (1952) 81: Go home – go and boil yourself.at go and boil (the back of) your head! (excl.) under boil, v.
1939 J. Cary Mister Johnson (1952) 142: That poodle-faker Tring has cobbled all the funds.at poodle-faker, n.
1939 J. Cary Mister Johnson 164: That’s wot’s wrong with some of these teetotal mishes — they get fat on the brain .at mish, n.2
1939 J. Cary Mister Johnson (1952) 123: I know the law as well as you do, Mr. Monkeybrand.at monkey, adj.
1939 J. Cary Mister Johnson (1952) 127: Haw, haw. Scuse me, Wog – always makes me laugh to ’ear a nig talk of England as ’ome.at nig, n.2
1939 J. Cary Mister Johnson (1952) 92: She calls him privately, ‘Mr. Wog.’ [Ibid.] 125: What I like about you, Wog, is you aren’t afraid of me. [Ibid.] 127: Where’s that bitch, Matumbi? Hi, Johnson, where’s that nigger Wog?at wog, n.1
1939 J. Cary Mister Johnson (1952) 81: Oh my God, my dear bloody yamhead, what the father and mother of hell is seven and twopence from fifteen and a tanner?at yamneck, n.