Word: vagabonde
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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POPS! Leaping from the limbo of the Vagabond's mind come memories of other Springs, misty recollections of picnics in the vicinity of Wayland, followed by their inevitable softball games, of mad rushes under Massachusetts Avenue in pursuit of the 150's with sudden death lurking in every whitewalled wheel, of tandem bicycle rides in Brookline, of lengthy collateral assignments for History 1, of warm evenings on Mt. Auburn Street, of dust and bats and paper cups on the ball field, and of well-meant oaths of fealty to some sweet, starry-eyed blonde about to be ravished...
...Skipper is fixing a short circuit below," said the Vagabond and grew cold all over. He wanted to kick himself for being such a fool as to forget to turn them on again. "They'll be on in a minute," he added shakily...
Last weekend the Vagabond set himself for an enormous coverage of work. Divisionals were rolling in, and this was no time to fool around. But when Saturday afternoon had somewhat spent itself in the stacks of Harry's Club, he couldn't resist going down to the old ship-yard just to take a look at his small cruising cutter. There it was tucked away in the corner of the big shed. It's bottom was rough and brown but a little work would fix it up, he thought--as he climbed over the side and stepped quietly into...
Suddenly a green light appeared off the port bow. And the Vagabond, who at times is a timid soul, thought of the liquor that he had proudly extracted from Halifax without paying the Canadian tax. He turned off the running lights and headed the ship slowly up into the wind. But almost immediately the green light turned into red and green and the black form of a cost guard cutter came out full against the sky. It steamed closer, and came alongside. In a queer voice the Vagabond tried to be nonchalant. "Bound for Marblehead," he called. "Leaving Bar Harbor...
...then everything was quiet again. The Vagabond wondered at the silence of the water and the smoothness of the boat's speed. He reflected that he had had a good summer, and that college in the Junior year would be pretty good fun . . . except for divisionals, and they were not till Spring...