chouse

Obviously, the bishop is a bidone, a small-time swindler, and the camera has just watched him chouse some country chumpkins.

From Time Magazine Archive

‘I’m a dying man,’ he remarked finally, ‘but I’ll live long enough to chouse the taxes.’

From The Disentanglers by Andrew Lang

“As plain as a pike-staff,” said Bliss; “and you’re a little brick, Evson; and it’s a chouse if any one suspects Elgood any more.”

From St. Winifred's, or The World of School by H. C. (Harold C.) Earnshaw

Rightly viewed, calf-butchering accounts for "Titus Andronicus," the only play—ain't it?—that the Stratford Shakespeare ever wrote; and yet it is the only one everybody tried to chouse him out of, the Baconians included.

From What Is Man? and Other Essays by Mark Twain

This done, under her unflagging supervision, the model was replaced; fourpence changed hands, and the glazier went his way, saying, as he made his exit:—"That was a chouse, mistress."

From When Ghost Meets Ghost by William Frend De Morgan

As soon as he has choused his draft board with a neatly feigned epileptic fit, he lights out for Paris, where he hires out as elevator operator in a fashionable hotel.

From Time Magazine Archive

Phil Haddin's not so easily choused, I promise you.

From Arthur Mervyn Or, Memoirs of the Year 1793 by Charles Brockden Brown

So it is, sir, by this sweet, honey language, I am choused out of my prizes, and must go on with my soap and razors and pincers and combs.

From Familiar Letters of John Adams and His Wife Abigail Adams During the Revolution with a Memoir of Mrs. Adams by Abigail Adams

"Somehow whenst folks dies by accident, it 'pears ter me a mistake—somehows—ez ef they war choused out'n time what war laid off fur them an' their'n by right."

From The Mystery of Witch-Face Mountain and Other Stories by Mary Noailles Murfree

My gentleman must have been nicely choused by somebody.

From The Mysteries of Paris, Volume 1 of 6 by Eugène Sue

Eh, by Jimini, there was no chousing Jarge.

From Round the Red Lamp by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Dine at the Cross off steak tough as horse, And charged at the rate of a crown for a course; With bills ever high, and bows ever low, You shall have chousing wherever you go.

From Punch - Volume 25 (Jul-Dec 1853) by Various