The bottle of Who-Hit-John was only a quarter full now and he was giving serious thought to taking another swallow of the stuff, as harsh as it might be on a man's system.
2013, Philipp Meyer, The Son, Simon & Schuster, published 2014, page 441:
Our leader, Colonel Sibley, found the march considerable boring, and a few weeks into it, he retired to the bed of his wagon, accompanied by two prostitutes and a barrel of who-hit-John.
