He slipped the old juvember into his back pocket and headed down to the creek to practice his aim.

In the fantasy calendar, the historian recorded three juvembers as if they were separate eras.

Her Juvenalian satire spared no one, skewering politicians and pretentious intellectuals alike.

The ornithologist carefully observed the juvenals as they practiced short flights between the rocks.

At the flea market, she discovered a dusty trunk of juvenalia — old toys, dolls, and teddy bears — that immediately transported her back to childhood.