Word: vag
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Vag slipped between two cars, cut back and picked up a streetear for interference, and made it across the street without breaking stride. A string of Crimson flags and the usual knot of athletic characters in front of Leavitt & Peirce shifted his attention from the young thing in front of him to the matter of the afternoon's entertainment...
...week he had been a little confused by reports from behind the board fences of Soldiers Field. The only tangible thing he had noticed was that his won conversation had been almost unconsciously steered away from the usual breakfast-table gridiron speculation. Vag had always been a little vague about rules and such things; football had always been a pleasant compromise between little men on the field and little girls in the stands. Now it seemed that there were other less mellow aspects to the whole business...
...whole thing seemed out of tune to Vag. Last night's rally had been all wrong somehow; none of the usual breezy blitheness of the past weeks, when coaches and captain had primed him with confidence and brought the brave glint of defiance to his eyes. He had tried, all right, coming out, to Holyoke Street with a little bottle and lots of euthusiasm; but there were discouraging gaps in the ranks of morale-boosters on the big steps which no amount of cheerleader gyrations could replace...
...felt as though he had large clods of dirt in his eyes, and he knew that he would get no more sleep. Vag smiled softly at the wall; it had been worth it. The game-he remembered that almost clearly-had been the best he'd seen since before the war. A big noisy crowd, plenty of passing, plenty of color, plenty of everything. As far as Vag could recollect, we won the game, and afterwards; well, that was a little dim. There had been one cocktail party where who stopped in the middle of a sentence, muttered something incoherent...
...Vag opened both eyes this time, and looked everyone seemed to be sitting on the floor shouting about one of the plays, and then there was this girl around for the clock. He had saved Sunday for work. The plan was to get up at nine and read three plays in the morning, while in the afternoon he would tackle the last two weeks' Gov. assignment. It was time he got started on his courses, and today he had set aside for just that purpose. Finally Vag found the clock resting in its usual place on his desk. Two-fifteen...