1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 16: There is no hope, and the bin is to be my home until I die.at bin, n.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 76: Of all the self-satisfied, conceited young pups [...] Master Jack Fortescue takes the cake.at take the cake, v.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 43: Cast your wizard eye over the little Ford [...] she’s in cracking order.at cracking, adj.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 47: Drummond raised the tankard [...] ‘Here’s mud in your eyes!’.at here’s mud in your eye!, excl.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 70: ‘Her father, my foot!’ grinned Drummond.at my foot!, excl.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 91: The girl had me on properly, and the sooner forgotten the sooner mended.at have someone on, v.1
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 68: The Bull and Bush [...] which I sometimes visit if we [...] run out of hops.at hop, n.2
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 16: ‘This is no laughing matter.’ ‘Tell that to your husband with knobs on!’.at with knobs on under knob, n.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 54: I make straight for the bar [...] and have a quick one.at quick one, n.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 87: My God! [...] Rumbled! [...] I need a drink!at rumble, v.2
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 57: I put my shirt on a bitch at the White City [...] name of Shamrock Polly.at put one’s shirt on (v.) under shirt, n.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 45: You don’t really expect me not at least to poke a snoot at Irma if I run up against her.at poke a snoot at (v.) under snoot, n.
1947 G. Fairlie Bulldog Drummond Stands Fast 81: You really don’t expect us to leave such a tootsy-wootsy in the lurch.at tootsie, n.