Word: vagabonde
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...Vagabond is a true vagabond, and therefore he crept from his retreat in Memorial Tower last night, and avoiding the few straggling Freshmen vainly trying to register an hour too late, sped his way to the late lamented Union. He gorged himself well on the fare intended only for the newcomers, carefully avoiding the recognizing eye of his friend, the Adviser in religion. Then he settled himself comfortably in a soft spot to enjoy the fumes of Benson and Hedges, lulled into absent dreams by the pleasant voices of the speakers...
Suddenly there was a tension, and the Great Man entered, with an accustomed witticism, and the Great Man seated himself on the steps of the rostrum to await the end of the Statesman's oration. The Vagabond's chief interest is in men, not things, and he recognized in the upturned coat-collar and twinkling eye of the Great Man signs of the culprit. Then the explanation burst upon the observer, and he longed to tell of the culprit's crime...
Last night, as the Vagabond slowly climbed to his dusty sanctum beneath the moldy crags of Memorial Hall, the world was good, and his heart was warm. The crash of heavy trunks reverberates slowly through sacred elms, and the last empty truck rattles futile chains as it whisks into the night; the faint whispering echos of listless leather on cold marble pass into infinity, and friendly beacons twinkle from the yard. Freshmen are a strange race characterized by anxiety, pennants, mothers, and rubbers; but they are dear to the Vagabond. The old fellow envies their careless confusion, he,--ah, there...
Today, however, is too much for the Vagabond. There will be large manila envelopes, there will be schedules and term bills, and tomorrow there will be upperclassmen. For refuge, the Vagabond, will betake, himself to the hills, to the quiet disorder of nature...
...Vagabond has always been a sensitive soul, disliking abrupt contrasts. The annual transition from vacation to college jars his equilibrium, and the divine aflatus is wanting. Besides, when one has to come a week in advance, and dwell in the midst of the desert that is Harvard before registration . . . . The rising splendor of Memorial Chapel, and Eliot House blossoming forth with its new shrubbery, are not enough. The great days are still vivid, and what is to come is yet unsure. The Vagabond greets his clan, and asks their indulgence for another day. Perhaps the spectacle of the incoming Freshmen...