I could understand nothing, and sent for degas, who came and explained grudgingly, "Me no know what for-toko-nook just name-have got smell when yellow."
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe
To degas the toko-nook was "just name," "and it was nothing more."
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe
One becomes uncomfortably aware of the shrewd poke of degas that any one can have talent at twenty-five.
"An Ocean Tramp"
William McFee