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Word: vag (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Vag stood up, shoved into his coat. It would be a good idea to check on the books he'd have to take home--he might as well spend the vacation studying, for with all the obnoxious children underfoot at home he would need some excuse to get away...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 12/20/1949 | See Source »

...Vag was halfway up the Widner steps before he heard the singing from Appleton, faint through window and curtain, dropping back to him from the library's front. He stood a moment, hearing the whole church catch up a hymn and call back to the choir. There was no money here, no colored lights, no tinsel; Vag had the Yard to himself for a time, alone with leafless trees and space and darkness...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 12/20/1949 | See Source »

People came out of the Chapel, across the Yard. Vag slipped down to one group, heading south to sing some more, and crossed back over Massachusetts Avenue with them. There were the stores again, still garish, but they looked foolish now, alone against the bigness of the night. The lights above the sidewalk were dim if you set them against the Dipper, high and very bright indeed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 12/20/1949 | See Source »

...Vag laughed now. You idiots, he said to the windows full of cheap neckties. You silly bastards, he said to the bookstalls and the camera shops. You couldn't hear tonight, could you? You never hear St. Luke, do you? You can have your Xmas. I'll settle for Christmas...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 12/20/1949 | See Source »

...radio whined and sputtered threateningly. Vag twirled the dial, but the thin vertical pointer only crossed quick pulses of raucous sound; then he caught one of the noise-streams and stopped to listen. "Let's switch down to the field now and liear the Harvard Band. . ." Vag snickered. He had better things to do. He started to turn it off, but then stopped. He might as well hear the score. There was a loud caw from the radio at the kickoff. Vag paused for a moment, clutching the book in his hand, and jumped to his feet. He held...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 11/19/1949 | See Source »

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