A wowze is a female poem-reciter in a hot parlor; a fat woman in swimming; an overgrown girl in short skirts; an angry landlady; a miss in curl-papers. A shirt waist of plaid silk is a wowze, and a cook, learning to skate. (See Frowk.)
A literary lady, trying to look “artistic”—she’s a wowze and her gown is wowzier.
The wowze-social:—A woman who doesn’t like it, trying to smoke. (See Ovotch.)
Miss Henderson was meek and mild,
But, through her black silk veil,
She drank a glass or two of milk—
(She had been drinking ale.)
Then, answering our wild applause,
She rose with smiles and bows.
She’d proved that she was clever, but
She was a perfect wowse!
Wox, n. A state of placid enjoyment; sluggish satisfaction.
Wox´y, a. Contented; ruminant; at peace with the world.
As the glutted anaconda, after swallowing a sheep alive, rests for a benign month or two underneath the tum-tum tree, thinking of home and mother, while the gross lump in his stomach gradually declines and lessens—so is the wox of the woman well and appropriately gowned, especially if that dress of hers has been successfully made over beyond all recognition.
Woxy is the broker, as stocks go up. Woxy is the fisherman, when the fish begin to bite. Woxy is the legatee, when the lawsuit is over and his inheritance is paid.
After your long tramp in the rain, after your bath and hot dinner, you sit by the open fire in a wox.