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Out Goes She choose

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[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 9: If Four-Eyes, Beaver, and Harold Lloyd are dead as the dodo.
at beaver, n.1
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 35: Old Jo he was a bo. R.I.P.
at bo, n.1
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 40: These migrants are no inferior race of bog-trotters as Brendan so vehemently maintains.
at bogtrotter (n.) under bog, n.3
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 37: Who’s SHE? / The cat’s mother!
at cat’s mother (n.) under cat, n.1
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 16: Catty, Catty go to Mass / Ridin’ on the Divil’s ass / When the Divil rings the bell / All good Catties go to Hell.
at catty, n.1
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 9: The jingles hold atmosphere more real than many a flesh-and-blood personage [...] at whom no Dublin chisler will ever gape again. [Ibid.] 21: Your Dublin chiseller is the salt of the earth.
at chiseller, n.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 12: Scutting the whip, trespass, fecking (petty larceny), acts vicious or venturesome.
at feck, v.1
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 14: Cornerboys, urchins, gutties, street-kids.
at guttie, n.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 12: H-O-H-A [...] The initial letters for Hit One Hit All! a defensive challenge when a tough gang is menaced by a tougher gang.
at h.o.h.a., phr.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 39: Janey Mac, me shirt is black / What’ll I do for Sunday?
at janey mack!, excl.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 12: I have seen [...] the invocation and magic of H.O.H.A. fail miserably against brute strength and Monto cunning.
at Monto, n.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 9: The B.B.C. [...] gave me scope to mooch around in the overcrowded districts of several cities.
at mooch, v.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 15: Proddy Woddy blue-guts / Never said prayer / Catch him by the left leg / And throw him down the stair.
at Proddy, adj.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 12: Boxing the fox, scutting the whip, trespass, fecking [...] Heaven help the poor divil who informs.
at scut the whip! (excl.) under scut, v.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 8: I’m game to lay a bet [...] that there’s more of See you later, alligator, or Bad news, yourself, than of relics like ‘Yer eyes, duckie’.
at see ya later alligator under see, v.
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 16: Proddy Proddy ring the bell / Call the soupers back from Hell.
at souper, n.1
[Ire] L. Daiken Out Goes She 12: Let the traitor tell, stag, sneak on his fellows, and he will not do it twice.
at stag, v.1
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