The lubratorium (a place for greasing motorcars) is marching eastward from the Pacific Coast, and with it comes the chowmeinery and the radioteria.

Bill had been seagulling on the wharf since he got back from the war.

Glorious the northern lights astream;

Our CO must have gotten out of bed on the wrong side, for he gave the whole company hell for their poor morale, dirty barracks, etc.