bottle-screw

I always was fond of good wine (though never, from a motive of proper self-denial, having any in my cellar); and, by Jupiter! on this night I had my little skinful, — for there was no stinting, — so pleased were my dear parents with the bottle-screw.

The Fatal Boots 2006

Well, I went home in my new waistcoat as fine as a peacock; and when I gave the bottle-screw to my father, begging him to take it as a token of my affection for him, my dear mother burst into such

The Fatal Boots 2006

Jack, you are never without a dice-box or a bottle-screw.

The Virginians 2006

And if in his uncultured youth the great man stooped to prig with his own hand, he was early cured of the weakness: so that Fielding's picture of the hero taking a bottle-screw from the Ordinary's pocket in the very moment of death is entirely fanciful.

A Book of Scoundrels 1896

And if in his uncultured youth the great man stooped to prig with his own hand, he was early cured of the weakness: so that Fielding's picture of the hero taking a bottle-screw from the Ordinary's pocket in the very moment of death is entirely fanciful.

A Book of Scoundrels Charles Whibley 1894

On his declining the office, all church property was restored to him "except three prayer books and a bottle-screw."

The Pirates of Malabar, and an Englishwoman in India Two Hundred Years Ago 1880

Knightsbridge, of fourteen spade guineas, a gold watch, and a bottle-screw.

The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous, Vol. 2 of 3 Who was a sailor, a soldier, a merchant, a spy, a slave among the moors... George Augustus Sala 1861

Jack, you are never without a dice-box or a bottle-screw.

The Virginians William Makepeace Thackeray 1837

I always was fond of good wine (though never, from a motive of proper self-denial, having any in my cellar); and, by Jupiter! on this night I had my little skinful, -- for there was no stinting, -- so pleased were my dear parents with the bottle-screw.

The Fatal Boots William Makepeace Thackeray 1837

Well, I went home in my new waistcoat as fine as a peacock; and when I gave the bottle-screw to my father, begging him to take it as a token of my affection for him, my dear mother burst into such a fit of tears as I never saw, and kissed and hugged me fit to smother me.

The Fatal Boots William Makepeace Thackeray 1837