Darb

1941, Amazing Stories, Ziff-Davis, Volume 15, Issues 1-6, page 21, You can figure for yourself what a darb of a setup that was for us seven hundred professional killers!

Ain't it a darb?

“Boss,” he exclaimed, “it's a darb.” “It's more than that,” I cut in, “it′s a wonder. It′s a masterpiece.[…]”

‘My new bird is a darb,’ he says, ‘only four months old and he′s got a roll and a chop the size of your arm. Never heard a young bird sing like that.’

I looked at the snapshot of his sister for a long while, and I suddenly pitied the Hallmark people, and all the other sterile unfortunates who are manufacturing and consuming ready-made greeting cards, because, even among their choicest items, among their most expensive numbers, they had never been able to corner a Christmas angel that deserved to hold a candle to little Tessa Pavlic. She was a darb. "She's very beautiful," I said, handing him back his picture.