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[US] J.T. Farrell ‘A Casual Incident’ in Short Stories (1937) 145: ‘I don’t like can houses,’ the kid said. ‘A young fellow, he got to have girls.’.
at can house (n.) under can, n.1
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘A Casual Incident’ in Short Stories (1937) 140: A small, nondescript crowd [...] listening while a sleek Greek conducted a Come-to-Jesus meeting.
at come-to-Jesus, adj.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘A Casual Incident’ in Short Stories (1937) 142: ‘Dat religion, you know, where dey all roll round, all crazy in de head.’ ‘Holy Rollers.’.
at Holy Roller, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘A Casual Incident’ in Short Stories (1937) 143: It’s just your tough tiddy, then.
at tough titty under titty, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Meet The Girls!’ in Short Stories (1937) 295: You’re old and fat, and your can looks like the ass-end of a motor truck.
at arse-end, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Jo-Jo’ in Short Stories (1937) 143: The old lady is sure gettin’ on my tail pretty hard. She threatens to kick me out.
at get (on) someone’s ass under ass, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Meet The Girls!’ in Short Stories (1937) 279: ‘She’s a fat-ass cousin of mine,’ Dolly answered. ‘Now I remember her, the fat bitch,’ Marie said.
at fat-ass, adj.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Meet The Girls!’ in Short Stories (1937) 267: Her body was just B.U. tiful.
at b.u., n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Can All This Grandeur Perish’ in Short Stories (1937) 202: I always felt that that old lady of yours was a goddamn battering ram and that you’ve always been too good for her.
at battering ram, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Curbstone Philosophy’ in Short Stories (1937) 221: Some day you’re gonna get the beltin’ you got comin’.
at belting (n.) under belt, v.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Spring Evening’ in Short Stories (1937 US ed. only) 143: They had gotten along real nice, and she seemed to be one blazing party and he was beginning to think that he was going to get something pretty nice.
at blazing, adj.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Looking ’Em Over’ in Short Stories (1937) 40: ‘Oh, daddy, buy me a bow wow!’ he said half-aloud.
at bow-wow, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Well, That’s That’ in Short Stories (1937) 260: The bums are pretty maggoty, but a jane is a jane, and for the grand old purpose, they’re all the same.
at bum, n.3
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Nostalgia’ in Short Stories (1937) 235: He’s so cheap he squeaks.
at cheap, adj.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Jo-Jo’ in Short Stories (1937) 138: ‘Someday he’ll get drunk and just go off.’ [...] ‘Or else have a fit and cash in his checks without knowing it,’ the cop said.
at cash in one’s checks (v.) under check, n.1
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Looking ’Em Over’ in Short Stories (1937) 44: Girls you would think of only as decent girls, who were losing their cherries, one right after the other.
at lose one’s cherry (v.) under cherry, n.1
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Clyde’ in Short Stories (1937) 151: You’re just one of those there bashful guys [...] so you got your cherry pickled in an ice box.
at cherry, n.1
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Curbstone Philosophy’ in Short Stories (1937) 218: We piles in and we knocks de eight-ball for a goal and gives him de royal clouts.
at clout, n.2
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Helen, I Love You’ in Short Stories (1937) 11: If you weren’t such a clown, I’d break you with my little finger.
at clown, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘A Hell of a Good Time’ in Short Stories (1937) 203: These modern girls, they’re the real stuff, and they need the likes of what we used to be. Take my Mary, she always says she wouldn’t trade me for these cookie-dusters that try to sneak feels off her while she’s serving them lunch.
at cookie-pusher, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Spring Evening’ Short Stories [US ed. only] (1937) 148: Don’t crap me!
at crap, v.2
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Looking Em Over’ in Short Stories (1937) 43: Stuck up! I’ll bet she’s lace-curtain Irish.
at lace-curtain Irish, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Can All This Grandeur Perish’ Short Stories (1937) 215: They don’t eat nobody’s crap.
at eat crap (v.) under eat, v.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Looking ’Em Over’ in Short Stories (1937) 48: All the boys around the beach here have a feel-day with her.
at feel day (n.) under feel, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Clyde’ in Short Stories (1937) 167: ‘Come along, kid. I’ll fix you up,’ the stranger said out of the side of his mouth.
at fix up, v.1
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Twenty-five Bucks’ in Short Stories (1937) 183: Flop houses whose corridors were fouled with musty lavatory odors.
at flophouse, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Twenty-five Bucks’ in Short Stories (1937) 183: Gyps, speakeasies [...] mouldy dumps and joints.
at gyp joint (n.) under gyp, n.1
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Twenty-five Bucks’ in Short Stories (1937) 184: He made money out of a string of ham scrappers.
at ham, adj.1
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘Curbstone Philosophy’ in Short Stories (1937) 215: We were in Greasy Mike’s hashery.
at hash-house, n.
[US] J.T. Farrell ‘The Scarecrow’ in Short Stories (1937) 31: A miserable homo sap like myself is not worthy to kiss the hem of your garment.
at homo, n.1
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