1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 192: Powdered, perfumed and rouged men strolled among the benches and occasionally accosted a bum [...] They addressed one another as ‘Agnes,’ ‘Gertrude,’ or some other feminine name.at agnes, n.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 14: It’s better to strike and lose like a man than to kiss the bosses’ fat rumps to hold a job.at kiss someone’s arse, v.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 273: This will hurt like billy hell.at like billy-o (adv.) under billy-o, n.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 185: Don’t like to hear such bla’guardin’ about a good Christian woman.at blackguard, v.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 188: I almost let the bromide about ‘two’s company, three’s a crowd’ slip out.at bromide, n.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 134: Tie that bull outside! That’s the kind of stuff that makes the grass grow green.at tie that bull outside under bull, n.6
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 176: He caught a bad disease somewhere at his chippy-chasing.at chippie-chasing (n.) under chippie, n.1
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 220: Let’s go over to Adolf’s and lap up a few cold ones.at cold one, n.2
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 165: Took me a coon’s age t’ git on to it.at coon’s age (n.) under coon, n.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 278: I’ll be cow-kicked if I waller in this mess another hour!at I’ll be cow-kicked under cow, n.1
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 247: They got bellies wrinkled up like washboards, so’s they can’t cut the mustard on a sand hoggin’ job.at cut the mustard, v.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 144: A fellow like Ed, who would show them a good time and raise the dickens.at dickens, the, phr.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 183: Now you bums unload out o’ there! Hit the dirt!at hit the dirt (v.) under dirt, n.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 288: Dog my cats, if she ain’t gittin’ so she’s as bad ’bout chewin’ the rag as poor Lena was.at dog my cat(s)/doggone/hide/melts! (excl.) under dog, v.2
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 109: ‘Why the hell you eatin’ me up blood-raw all the time?’ Ed demanded [...] after a particularly vitriolic bawling-out.at eat up, v.
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 204: ‘Have you got any shut-eye here? Give me a pint,’ I said. I drank the pint in a few gulps. It was raw and vile.at shut-eye, n.2
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 140: It ain’t my fault we ain’t got younguns, you little fizzle!at fizzle, n.2
1933 J. Conroy Disinherited 242: Don’t try any monkeyshines. I’m on to you flivver tramps.at flivver tramp (n.) under flivver, n.