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Word: vag (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...five minutes after five, Vag pulled open his desk drawer and stared down at his study card. It was still there. A certain annoyed feeling gripped him, becoming stronger after he pushed the card aside and found a note underneath: "Study card due Tuesday." The calendar over his desk said the same thing. Gambling on a last chance, Vag, dashed out to the next room and unearthed the latest paper from the pile on the couch. Tuesday it was, and his study card wasn...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 12/17/1948 | See Source »

...Vag dropped thoughtfully into a chair and studied his Christmas Gift List. Friends and Relations--and now the University. Ten dollars he was giving it. Of course this hadn't been the first time, since he had done the same thing every February, April, and September he could recall. He didn't mind paying the fine now so much, because everyone else was also giving presents. It was just that gifts like this were usually made by alumni, and although Vag had been around a long time, he wasn't quite . . . but that was an idea...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 12/17/1948 | See Source »

Next morning Vag asked his Dean very bluntly for a leave of absence. The Dean looked at him shrewdly and spoke of tradition, the College, and inquired when Vag wanted to leave...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 12/17/1948 | See Source »

...hefted a trial bottle of Bacardi. "The point is," one of the customers was saying, "that the game ends with the whistle. Win or lose, come over to my room after it's over and break into the punch. You don't really believe in all this, do you?" Vag put down the rum tenderly and slipped out into the sunlight. Was The Game just something to sit through before the party...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/20/1948 | See Source »

...Vag thought again of the blue poster and decided on a different tack. Taking a tremendous breath, he hollered "Yale Wins Today!" and ran along the brick sidewalks as the yell boomed back at him from the walls. Green bags turned slowly and stared at him; the gray flannels glared. This time the people turned around and blocked his way; as he crossed the street, all the cars seemed to leap at him. There was some spirit after all. Vag jumped back quickly, but with a smile on his face. Hitching up his tie, he walked confidently back toward...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/20/1948 | See Source »

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