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Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 85: You are up the wrong tree, old-timer. I could see that five chambers were not loaded.at bark up the wrong tree, v.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 85: You are up the wrong tree, old-timer. I could see that five chambers were not loaded. Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 90: We want to hit up the big guys. There are plenty of them around who would jump at the chance if we could only find them.at big guy (n.) under big, adj.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 12: Snowbird... (2) In the Southern States a Northerner who migrates south to avoid the winter. [Ibid.] 68: You doggone snowbirds, beat it while the going’s good.at snow bird, n.1
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 12: Two, four, or six bits...Twenty-five, fifty, and seventy-five cents.at two bits, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 48: Put those blank cigarettes out.at blank, adj.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 48: What the blank are you blank blank hobos doing in there?at blank, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 21: What the blazes do you think you are doing?at how the blazes! (excl.) under blazes, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 141: Neither of you could bluff a blind man for more than a minute that you are not girls.at bluff, v.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 18: A ‘John Bradbury’ and I was on board.at Bradbury, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 118: Your wife, too, is rather nice when she does not break out.at break out, v.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 158: I am just out of the service myself, bud.at bud, n.1
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 11: Bud [...] Friend, chum, or mate.at bud, n.1
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 41: As far as I’m concerned, cap., you’re about seven years too late.at cap, n.1
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 118: Take my tip and try a few weeks of ‘caveman’ stuff on her, and see if it does not work.at cave-man, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 185: What the majority of the public wants is good, clean news.at clean, adj.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 113: Say, cooky, I’ve heard about your pies.at cookee, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 175: To this day I am in doubt whether that man is more goofie than cootie or more cootie than goofie.at cootie, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 87: ‘Why don’t you learn to smoke a pipe?’ ‘I’ve tried lots of times, but it makes me sick.’ ‘Have another cut at it.’.at have a cut (at) (v.) under cut, n.1
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 73: Take a tip, ditch the rest of those eats.at ditch, v.1
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 177: Let’s go somewhere to divvy up. Fifty-fifty.at divvy, v.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 162: Move one pace from there or attempt to lower your hands and I’ll drop you.at drop, v.3
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 180: Usually the drummers ride long, weary miles alone for three parts of their working hours, consequently they are only too glad to pick up a companion.at drummer, n.3
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 11: Eleven, twenty-nine, twenty-three...A favourite sentence of some judges, meaning eleven months, twenty-nine days, twenty-three hours. In some states one loses one’s citizenship by a year in jail. [...] 161: Every man [...] had been caught, and they were now doing eleven, twenty-nine, twenty-three.at eleven, twenty-nine, twenty-three, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 85: You pay the exes out of the cash and we’ll call it square.at exes, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 88: To be seen even near a freight train was enough to be pulled and landed on Brown’s Farm for thirty days.at farm, n.2
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 74: How about hitting up the law for a night’s flop?at hit up (for), v.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 43: ‘Say, you two guys aren’t on the road?’ ‘We certainly are, buddy.’ ‘You keep up a good front.’ ‘Oh, we are not exactly broke.’.at front, n.1
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 159: The tendency to ‘get the other man’s goat,’ etc., that one often notices in games, professional and otherwise.at get someone’s goat (v.) under goat, n.1
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 175: To this day I am in doubt whether that man is more goofie than cootie or more cootie than goofie.at goofy, n.
Confessions of a Twentieth Century Hobo 18: ‘Fire three and rake one’ was all Greek to me, but I did the same as the man on the next two fires.at Greek, n.
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