A Chinaman.
1857. He knows. He’s seed the Johnnies goin’ into that there doorway next block.—T. B. Gunn, ‘New York Boarding-houses,’ p. 275. (Italics in the original.)
1873. I passed out of the Chinese theatre in Jackson Street at eleven o’clock at night, with a lady and two children; we had to walk through a crowd of Johns, who were just then going up the long alley.—Charles Nordhoff, ‘California,’ p. 85.
1878. The melancholy “Johns,” with glazed caps and black pig-tails, looking like a lot of half-drowned crows.—J. H. Beadle, ‘Western Wilds,’ p. 401.
