Now, son, put a little o' that Yale stingo in the stroke.
"Moran of the Lady Letty" by Frank Norris
Well, Stingo, what's the matter?
"She Stoops to Conquer" by Oliver Goldsmith
I was a bee, sucking sordid honey from life's fairest flowers, dreaded and shunned on account of my stingo.
"Waifs and Strays" by O. Henry
I know Professor Stingo; he's miles and away the biggest man on smells and that sort of thing in London, if not in Europe.
"Experiences of a Dug-out, 1914-1918" by Charles Edward Callwell
I never touch a drop of stingo before twelve at noon or after twelve at night.
"Tonio, Son of the Sierras" by Charles King
Now, Tom Stewart and Don Stingo, what are you grinning about?
"Captain Brand of the "Centipede"" by H. A. (Henry Augustus) Wise
A fair was held at the Yorkshire Stingo on May 1 for many years.
"Hampstead and Marylebone" by Geraldine Edith Mitton
That is all I can remember, but it may serve to show that Irish Christianity is the real stingo, and no mistake.
"Ireland as It Is" by Robert John Buckley (AKA R.J.B.)
It's all very well for women; but a man, Betty, a man mun ha' a sup of real stingo, lass.
"Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 2, July, 1850." by Various
Summertimes it was away with Stingo's crowd in Maddox's Monster Menagerie and Royal Circus.
"The Happy Warrior" by A. S. M. Hutchinson