sheepdip

"When I decide it's time to go," he said, "it won't be at the Sheepdip."

It was the telephone number of an institution whose fanciful sobriquets included: "Automat," "Birdland," "Cannery," "Catbox," "De-louser," "Easy-go," "Good-by, Mother," "Happy Hooligan," "Kiss-me-quick," "Lucky Pierre," "Sheepdip," "Waring Blendor," "Weep-no-more" and "Why Worry?"

But, I’ve no turn For certainties myself: no sheep for me: Life, with a tossing mane, and clattering hoofs, The chancy life for me—not certain death, With the stink of tar and sheepdip in my nostrils.

Weary, shoving three cartridges dexterously into the chambers in place of those just emptied, shouted to Rusty to bring out the "sheepdip."

And there were little villages, with neat stations well placarded with showy advertisements—mainly of almost too self-righteous brands of "sheepdip."