An Abecedary of ...

antiquated phrases ripe for a comeback:

all wet
blockhead
cat’s pajamas
don't take any wooden nickels
a good egg
fellow traveler
greenback
hoss
ish kabibble
JD
killjoy (and, for that matter, Kilroy)
lollygagger
mollycoddle
necking
Old Scratch
peachy
quizling
rag-a-muffin
scram
tarted up
urchin
vapors
making whoopee
to the max
yard ape
zinger

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