The day conjures the stinking cruciferous vegetable, boiled meat, damp Aran wool, bagpipes keening on Channel 11, sharp-looking firemen in dress uniforms with black hair and pink cheeks congregating, flirtatious, post-parade, in 2nd Avenue gin-mill doorways. ❋ Michele Somerville (2011)
Below that appears a photo of the adulterous couple, Mitch and Ginny; they embrace, looking deeply into each other's eyes, above the line "Were they the hands of the lonely artist whose only alibi was a gin-mill blonde?" ❋ Unknown (2007)
I was in a stinking gin-mill where all he had to do to see me was walk in and sit down at the table and buy me a drink. ❋ Unknown (2007)
With the A-bomb dropping on Japan and the war ending, nobody worried much about a gin-mill stickup. ❋ Unknown (2004)
Flaring were the lights of the bagnio; tinkling the banjos, zithers, mandolins of the so-called gin-mill; all the dreams and the brutality of the day seemed gathered to rejoice (and rejoice they did) in this new-found wonder of a metropolitan life in the West. ❋ Unknown (2004)
She was new to this neighborhood, for her slatternly mother had lost yet another job in a gin-mill and they had been forced to move all the way across Whitechapel, and this part of London was as foreign to Nan as the wilds of Australia. ❋ Lackey, Mercedes (1999)
After retreat you could go down the irregular cobbled street from the old fair-ground where the camp was to a little square where there was a grey stone fountain and a gin-mill where you could sit at an oak table and have beer and eggs and fried potatoes served you by a girl with red cheeks and plump white appetizing arms. ❋ John Dos Passos (1933)
An 'at last we all pull up before a gin-mill an' one captain says, 'Where's the sergeant?' an 'the other captain says there hadn't been no sergeant. ❋ John Dos Passos (1933)
I sat alone and groused and thunk, and scratched my head and sighed and wunk, and groaned, ` ` There still are boobs, alack, who'd like the old-time gin-mill back; that den that makes a sage a loon, the vile and smelly old saloon! '' ❋ Unknown (1922)
I sat alone and groused and thunk, and scratched my head and sighed and wunk, and groaned, There still are boobs, alack, whod like the old-time gin-mill back; that den that makes a sage a loon, the vile and smelly old saloon! ❋ Unknown (1922)
He quickened his pace, with something of that same instinct of self-preservation that bids the dipsomaniac avert his eyes and hurry past the corner gin-mill, and turned blindly off into the rue Danou, toward the avenue de l'Opéra. ❋ Louis Joseph Vance (1906)
Entering the gin-mill he found the cabby, soothed him with bitter, and, instructing him for St. Pancras with all speed, dropped, limp and listless with fatigue, into the conveyance. ❋ Louis Joseph Vance (1906)
Thus Renaud knew, and before long many townfolk began to learn, that a huge Gray-wolf was living in their streets, "a Wolf three times as big as the one that used to be chained at Hogan's gin-mill." ❋ Ernest Thompson Seton (1903)
"She has American lines, anyway," said the astute Scots engineer of the gin-mill; "it's my belief she's a yacht." ❋ Unknown (1898)
The day his son an 'heir was born, he dropped into a gin-mill to celebrate, an' his stump stuck in a rope mat. ❋ Louis Tracy (1895)
In the midst of Granger's se'f-accoosations, the lights in the gin-mill begins to burn ag'in, one by one. ❋ Alfred Henry Lewis (1885)
You can find Bobby sitting under [the tap] in some gin mill.
That's not a night club. It's just a high-priced gin mill.
He tended [bar in] a little gin mill on the corner of [Leonard] Street. ❋ Uncle Thor (2013)
Bruce went to the [gin] mill and [stumbled] out at [4 am] the next morning, pores leaking gin with every step. ❋ Convic (2013)
