Morphodite

Atticus strolled over to Miss Maudie’s sidewalk, where they engaged in an arm-waving conversation, the only phrase of which I caught was “…erected an absolute morphodite in that yard! Atticus, you’ll never raise ’em!”

[Recounting an event from 1926] The rest of the summer I'd get a bit of head on from the Speakeasy's Special […] and scuffle around with the guys in front of the Cribs. On the way home, one of the guys who had noticed I hadn't gone in with the rest of them, gave me what turned out to be a "pat" lecture on not letting those murfadites get near me or get me drunk.