...the permanent boning (excessive polishing) of boots by recruits

With the gold evening sun burnishing our strings of signal bunting we foghorned our way up the confidently prosperous quayside of Haugesund

I schlepped down to the store for some milk.

Billy being too poor to own a car, had hired a cheap flivver for the day, and was purposely ten minutes behind the time, but to his disgust found the procession not yet started.