I don't suppose the streets have been cleaned or the garbage removed from the back yards since the place was first-founded.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
The door swung open, letting out a long shaft of yellow light for an instant, showing up in sharp silhouette a chair, a table, some garbage, and a startled cat.
"Command"
William McFee
Barker's Court was not inviting to-day, with its piles of garbage, and wet clothes hanging about like so many miserable ghosts.
"In Wild Rose Time"
Amanda M. Douglas