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Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
fritz
noun
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▪ Their appliances go on the fritz.
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Fritz

German familiar form of masc. proper name Friedrich; as a characteristic name for a German attested by 1883; very common in World War I. Phrase on the fritz "inoperative, not working properly" (1903) is American English slang, of unknown connection to the name; the earliest references suggest a theatrical origin.

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fritz

n. 1 (context US informal English) The state of being defective. 2 (context Australia chiefly South Australia English) A type of processed meat sausage; devon vb. (context intransitive English) To go wrong or become defective.

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Fritz

Fritz originated as a German nickname for Friedrich, or Frederick (der alte Fritz was a nickname for King Frederick II of Prussia and Frederick III, German Emperor), as well as for similar names including Fridolin. Fritz was also a name given to German troops by the British and others in the First and Second World Wars, equivalent to Tommy, as the British troops were called by German and other troops. Other common bases for which the name Fritz was used include the surnames Fritsche, Fritzsche, Fritsch, and Frisch(e).

Notable people with the name include:

Fritz (chess)

Fritz is a German chess program developed by Vasik Rajlich and published by ChessBase.

The latest version of the consumer product is Fritz 15, now based on Rybka. This version now supports 64-bit hardware and multiprocessing by default.

Fritz (disambiguation)

Fritz originated as a German nickname for Friedrich, or Frederick is both a surname and a given name

Fritz may also refer to:

Usage examples of "fritz".

Fritz is a certified moron who calls himself a private dick because he thinks it wows the chicks, and Barani was a beat cop who got busted for taking a bribe.

Rear Admiral Fritz Bonte, commanding the German destroyer flotilla, answered by sending an officer in a launch to the Norwegian vessel to demand surrender.

That is because he is wearing yellow gloves and shines with all the radiance of riches, but that is my friend Fritz Brunner out of Frankfort-on-the-Main.

But so far from perishing in the flower of his age, Fritz Brunner had the pleasure of laying his stepmother in one of those charming little German cemeteries, in which the Teuton indulges his unbridled passion for horticulture under the specious pretext of honoring his dead.

Johann Graff of the Hotel du Rhin and his daughter Emilie, Wolfgang Graff the tailor and his wife, Fritz Brunner and Wilhelm Schwab, were Germans, and Pons and the notary were the only Frenchmen present at the banquet.

Pons, but newly reconciled with his nearest relatives, was immediately smitten with a desire to make a match between Fritz Brunner and Cecile de Marville.

Fritz Brunner expressed his thanks for the trouble which Pons had been so good as to take.

Fritz, and that other bastard over there, in the shiny wooden clogs and the dustcoat with the sleeves rolled up, is our Ary.

Gier said, pointing at Ary and Fritz, who were buying dustcoats at a stall.

I can see that the jewelry Unser Fritz is looking at consists of a necklace of emeralds and diamonds, with a centerpiece the size of the home plate, and some eardrops, and bracelets, and clips of same, and as I approach the scene I hear Unser Fritz ask how much for the lot as if he is dickering for a basket of fish.

I am standing there under the elms, who comes along but a raggedy old Dutchman by the name of Unser Fritz, who is maybe seventy-five years old, come next grass, and who is following the giddyaps since the battle of Gettysburg, as near as anybody can figure out.

I hear he often rides in the horsecars with the horses, when some owner or trainer happens to be feeling tenderhearted, or he hitchhikes in automobiles, and sometimes he even walks, for Unser Fritz is still fairly nimble, no matter how old he is.

The explosions of their 200mm warheads on the Fritz positions eight kilometers to the north echoed back, grumbling, from mountains shrouded in cloud like a surf of fire, glittering like sun on tropical spray, each shell paced with a score of submunitions, bomblets.

The rest was carpeted in groundsheets and sleeping rolls, now that they had had time to recover their marching packs and bring the last of the supplies down from the Aiders, with scavenged Fritz blankets for extra pad-cling.

Unser Fritz will have his thousand if he only bets a couple of hundred on either of them, but Unser Fritz says he is not sorry he does not bet. He says the finishes in both races are very close, and prove that there is an element of risk in these races.