Word: vagabonde
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Vagabond was glad he was sitting next to a window when they announced the lecture had been moved to New Lecture Hall. He didn't mind getting his feet wet in the drifts under that window. He didn't mind the jostle in the rush past Memorial Hall. He was going to hear Robert Frost, and his mind ran back to that night several winters ago when it had last heard him. Mr. Frost had packed the New Lecture Hall full then, too, even with a northeast gale howling outside--the kind of a day they wouldn...
...then, there he was on the platform, that kindly smile, a twinkle in his eyes. The Vagabond thought of that wise saying--it's credited to Mrs. Hocking--that when Mr. Frost lectures, he thinks out loud, and his thoughts are worth listening to. He was thinking out loud now, ideas on college, "the four years of shelter from a hard world, the four years of beautiful leisure." The Vagabond remembered that it had been Mr. Frost who had told him that of all the things in college, only two were worthwhile for a person of artistic leanings, "sports...
Something is wrong with the Vagabond. He has not been the same lately and he cannot figure out just what is the matter. It isn't Spring, or Christmas, or Thanksgiving. Vag's been different lately that...
...complexity of this day there was a challenge, in its very danger there was a thrill of reality, and in the vision it offered there lay the reward. For all these the Vagabond was grateful. And he was grateful for Harvard, too, because it fitted in and was fitting him . . . Perhaps he would have the chance someday to trace the steps of some pioneer, doing the job quietly, methodically, the way they taught him at Harvard, Perhaps someday he would even have some hens. Even more than for the present, Vag was grateful for the future...
There are times when the Vagabond cannot write for everyone. This is one such occasion, for tomorrow brings the biggest single athletic event of every Harvard scholastic year--the Yale game. Vag would like to speak now to some of the men on the team--particularly to those who will enter their last gridiron battle tomorrow--the footballers of the Class of 1939. So pardon him, please...