Word: vagabonde
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Vagabond hasn't written to you for a long time. Say, 12 OR 13 Years. Of this he is acutely aware right now. Once there was a day when Vag wrote a letter to you each Christmas. This letter was inevitably the only nit of writing he did outside of school. Somehow, it never seemed a hardship--as was all other writing. It was scribbled rather carefully in pencil--on the dining room table just after the supper dishes had been cleared away. About this time of year, it was, too. Annually, it must have caused Mr. Farley's postal...
...tables so that the floor was in shadow. That was what made the huge birthday cake seem as though it were floating through the air when the hostess carried it through the crooked aisles up to the high table. A gleaming white mountain covered with--thirty candles, the Vagabond would say. A cake of many candles...
These words, from the reliable typewriter of William Henry Chamberlin, Christian Science Monitor Paris correspondent, have given the Vagabond pause. With other students, he has tried to believe that this war is a moral crusade, to be followed by the construction of a better Europe--if the Allies win. He has tried, in spite of his logic, his common sense, and his knowledge of history. But the facts, and especially this early dispatch from Paris, have proved disillusioning...
...Poland is to rise again, Potocki knows that his work has just begun. Physically destroyed, Poland still flourishes in the hearts of its people. If the Allies should win, will Poland be reconstructed as in 1918? And if the Allies should lose . . . if . . . if . . . ? The Vagabond knows that the answers are far away, but he will get some clue to them from Count Potocki today at 4 o'clock in Emerson...
...hour, the little man darted out of the room, and with surprising agility succeeded in getting through the milling mob. For a minute, the Vagabond was afraid that he had lost him, but he soon regained the musty scent. Vag, following hot on the trail, just caught a glimpse of him, dashing into the protective spaciousness of Claverly. Vag broke into a mad run and flung himself into the hall just in time to see a tiny door at the end of the hall being quickly shut...