When "getting off" after one of his quarterly sprees, Fabayne's habits were apt to be trying to one like myself, without an allowance, and who had to work hard and constantly to keep body and soul together.
"Reminiscences of a South African Pioneer"
W. C. Scully
"This is no time for sprees," wept Julia.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
Moreover, the deadly monotony of Pat's life was broken at long intervals by the most violent sprees, when he drank steadily for three weeks on end, finishing the bout by several days of delirium tremens.
"In the Musgrave Ranges"
Jim Bushman