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...Vag leafed aimlessly through the list of sightseeing tours. Through the window of his fifth-floor room he could hear a passing sound truck blare a ragged "God rest ye Merrie Gentlemen." It was Christmas in Boston, and Vag was above with nothing to do. And them, as if in answer to his prayers, an advertisement caught his eye. "Tour number 2, educational, Harvard, M.I.T., Radcliffe, Boston University, Simmons . . ." This is it, Vag murmured, enthused already. He could join in the Boston Christmas spirit and get educated to boot...
Looking over his fellow sightseers, Vag knew they were a good lot. There was a small boy with his father, and a small executive with his secretary, and the nattily uniformed bus driver who collected the money-"no half fares." Vag chose a seat near his companions and settled back, his heart pounding at the prospect of the trip ahead. Smiling, he mused wistfully over the great educational centers and historical points of interest he was about...
After a few more beers Vag thought the Officers Club bar looked like Morey's. He fondly remembered the night before a Harvard-Yale game when he and some classmates were thrown out for singing "Ten Thousand Men" too loudly. Jeezus, thought Vag, that was two years ago. Vag could see the Harvard's now, wandering about New Haven, trying to crash a St. Anthony's formal. Strange, mused Vag, how he and his friends had always been so friendly away from Cambridge and when in New Haven complained because the Elis were so cold and pompous. They didn...
...Vag could now remember well his walk two years ago down the cold tunnel into the Bowl as the Band swung into "Our Director"--the saucer-shaped bowl that gave Vag the uncomfortable sensation that he was watching the game from West Rock--the Blue flare some Yale freshman set off that smothered the Eli faus instead of the Crimson--the din when Hardy crashed into Molloy and Harvard went ahead 21-14--the sickening final minutes when Yale tied the ball game--the weird feeling Vag had driving to New York, not knowing whether to sing or Sulk...
...Vag was becoming nervous. He wished those Navy zooms at the bar would stop telling him about their 30 missions off the "Boxer." If they wouldn't hurry up and stop talking. Vag might miss the kick...