Word: vagabonde
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...conventional knowledge of Peter is that he cut off priests beards with a stout pair of shears, and that he spent his youth in Holland building boats by day and breaking windows by night. This is all very true and very salty, but there is more. The Vagabond likes to think of Peter as a man of gargantuan size who walks unceasingly with enormous strides through a broad land of Stigian darkness, carrying in his right hand a half burnt match. This is a pretty portrait, but it would never do in a blue book. Tomorrow Mr. Vernadsky will talk...
...these things he was. For delicacy and precision of style he has few superiors in America. "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" and "The Alhambra" show a grace and beauty that is carefully wrought, while "A History Of New York" is full of deft humour and sly winks. But the Vagabond will not go deeper into the subject, art is long and time is fleeting. He must turn to other subjects and allow Professor Mathiessen to carry on for him in Harvard 6 today at 10 o'clock...
...exert his only important function unhampered, so he toyed idly with the idea in the columns of the London Times. Mr. Shaw is still at large. In direct antithesis we have Thomas Hardy, writing in the fullness of his fatalism "that thought is a disease of the flesh." The Vagabond will not sit in judgment over either of the gentleman. He has lost all interest in Mr. Shaw since he trundled his apple cart from Warsaw to New York at a considerable financial remuneration. But he is very interested in the door Thomas Hardy...
...glories of nature, the grandeur of idealism. While the Romantics were making their last weak exit lines, these poets sat in a front box thumbing their noses with great determination. Today at 9 o'clock in Sever 7, Dr. Carpenter will lecture in America's contemporary poetry. The Vagabond is going; for don't doctors work on diseased corpses? And all the poetry is not discuses even to such a hopeless romantic as the Vagabond. There is much that is good, and more that is interesting in this period. But to those souls who find the triumph of American Literature...
...immediate descent into oblivion and the macerating machine. Ernest Hemingway has escaped the latter fate, clearly; his readers of today are those who will decide whether he is to go down through the ages in the blurry print and sedate bindings of Everyman's edition. And this morning the Vagabond will also rise to present his luminous countenance before Dr. Carpenter in Sever 7, where the creater of tired young men will go on trial...