Beezer

“In der beezer, Casey, slam him in der beezer!” ¶ At the ropes Casey fought back, but was obliged to clinch.

“Now, don’t be turnin’ up that busted beezer of yours so proud an’ haughty.[…]”

I am paying no attention to them, because they are drinking local ale, and talking loud, and long ago I learn that when a Boston character is engaged in aleing himself up, it is a good idea to let him alone, because the best you can get out of him is maybe a boff on the beezer.

She had an ink spot on her nose, the result of working on her novel of suspense. It is virtually impossible to write a novel of suspense without getting a certain amount of ink on the beezer. Ask Agatha Christie or anyone.

We were beating up into the wind, when Captain Pray decided to tack, and her concise order to me was “Duck your beezer!” and while I was wondering which part of the boat a beezer was, the boom just missed the top of my head and she remarked, “I told you to duck.”

“[…] If the hogs ate your beezer with all the phony ideas you’ve got in it, they’d croak!”

“If you’re mad, go to Lindewiese— / Then be glad, put an old hat on your beezer!”

Beezer, head