good-for-naught

So the kitchener weighed it out to him and the good-for-naught entered the shop, whereupon the man set the food before him and he ate till he had gobbled up the whole and licked the saucers and sat perplexed, knowing not how he should do with the cook concerning the price of that he had eaten, and turning his eyes about upon everything in the shop.

Tehran Winter Naipaul, V.S. 1981

"I don't know what would become of you, you good-for-naught, if I did!" returned Mammy.

A Grandmother's Recollections Ella Rodman Church

Then she would have gone and left them crying had not Robaccia, the blowsy wench and good-for-naught, wailed aloud and caught her by the knees.

Little Novels of Italy Madonna Of The Peach-Tree, Ippolita In The Hills, The Duchess Of Nona, Messer Cino And The Live Coal, The Judgment Of Borso Maurice Henry Hewlett

A good-for-naught lad may have stolen his nest, or a cat filched his young, or his sons and daughters flown away and left him; but he'll sing, for all that.

Seven Miles to Arden Ruth Sawyer 1925

"The lazy loon, the idle good-for-naught, to sit by the fire, and see the cakes burn, and never stir a finger."

An Island Story: A History of England for Boys and Girls Henrietta Elizabeth 1920

How little Will Shakespeare's father or his scandalized neighbors could have fancied that the scapegrace good-for-naught who left the town for the town's good would make it immortal; and, coming back to die and lie down forever beside the Avon, would bring a world of pilgrims to a new Mecca, the shrine of the supreme unique poet of all human time?

The Best Short Stories of 1920 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story Various 1915

But -- as for thee, thou good-for-naught, thou wicked elf -- aha! would'st dare leave thy poor old grannam weak and 'fenceless?

The Geste of Duke Jocelyn Jeffery Farnol 1915

"Mademoiselle," I said, speaking in the natural tones of that good-for-naught Gaston de Luynes, "I have already decided, and you have my permission to accompany your father."

The Suitors of Yvonne: being a portion of the memoirs of the Sieur Gaston de Luynes Rafael Sabatini 1912

For what do I pay you, and feed you, and house you, good-for-naught, if you are to fail me whenever I need the things you call your brains?

Saint Martin's Summer Rafael Sabatini 1912

"Have you a toothache too, good-for-naught?" quoth the frate.

Love-at-Arms Rafael Sabatini 1912