Several of our planes droned overhead, undeterred by the German 'archies', machine-gun and rifle fire, but not as yet the contact monoplane.

“Name it, Jeeves. Ask of me what you will, even unto half my kingdom.” “If you could see your way to abandoning your Alpine hat, sir.” I ought to have seen it coming. That cough should have told me. But I hadn't, and the shock was severe.

The Twentieth day about Four a Clock the Moon entered the 25 degree, 19 minutes of ꝳ and came to a Trioctile with the Radical Place of the Moon in the third Indicative, (Jupiter benignly Irradiating the Moon by a Trine about the same time,) denounced a propitious Crisis to ensue.

poet + -aster → poetaster (“unskilled poet”)