Company; “crowd.”
1856. Every woman afflicted with rights; every man who thinks he has a mission to bloat himself up with cold water; every whey-blooded spooney who has taken to hating his own race and loving niggers—the whole caluboodle hover around me like swarms of mosquitoes.—Knick. Mag., xlvii. 54 (Jan.).
1873. I walked up as collected-looking as if I owned the whole caboodle of them.—Marietta Holley, ‘My Opinions and Betsy Bobbet’s,’ p. 351 (Bartlett).
1891. There ain’t one of the hull caboodle but what despises an onmarried woman!—Rose T. Cooke, ‘Huckleberries,’ p. 287 (Boston).
