Word: vagabonde
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Often the Vagabond has a little story to tell; and tonight as he sits musing in his Tower and thinking of the morrow's lecture a well known tale comes to his mind. An adventure even he himself, many ages ago, might have lived...
...Vagabond has the pleasure this morning to suggest Professor Matthiessen's lecture on Keats at II in Harvard 3. Other lectures...
...Vagabond is no miser; but you may be surprised to hear he has a treasure chest. As the old fellow has travelled the world round, even as he has searched his old Tower and the mansions of the Yard, he has gathered riches such as the common eyes of pirates have never seen. It has been his pleasure once or twice a year to open up his treasure chest, as it were, and share his wares. His gold; his old wine; wisdom's jewels. Yes, the things of beauty his ever searching mind-eye has collected. With this introduction...
Ever so many romantic ones have been publishing their memoris of late, and the Vagabond by force of example finds his own thoughts winging their way back a few evenings ago to live again a leaf from his own carefree yet, he hopes, not too unfruitful life. We learn only as we amuse ourselves--even if the form of amusement turns out to be a Deb party. So the happy Vagabond girded up his lions, got out his topper, and was off for the dance...
...unctuous and important with gardenias. There was the music of an orchestra, and the husky crone of a singer: There was "Ah, Sweet Mystery Of Life", there was, "The Lady In Red". There were loud voices, there were louder glances. There were immaculate dress shirts, and there was the Vagabond's. There were laughing faces, and cracking smiles. There were great cascading bouquets, there were wall flowers and pansies. There were tinkling glasses and the dull thud of a bass drum. There were broken hearts, there was the boredom of a thousand. There was a moonlite terrace, there were also...