Word: vagabonde
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...Boylston Reading Room had always displeased the Vagabond. The sight of so many people working at once brought with it a certain sadness, while the stuffy air was redolent of toiling Freshmen. Moreover, little barbed memories of Freshman year and History I still lingered in the blue atmosphere of the place, burying their stinging noses in Vag's scarred memory. He brushed them manfully aside, and strode straight for the Economics shelf. For it was two o'clock on Sunday afternoon and Widener was closed...
...knapsack at his shoulder and an umbrella in his hand, wanderlusty Pianist-Composer Percy Grainger trudged into the Cheyenne, Wyo., depot, was hailed by cops, who wanted to know his name. One officer heard it. grunted: "And I'm William Tell," marched him into the station. There Vagabond Grainger produced his proof, departed unperturbed for a concert engagement at Greeley, Colo...
Jean Baptiste Poquelin, son of respectable parents, assumed the name "Móliere" when he joined an unrespectable troupe of vagabond players. For 13 years he mimed through the provinces, died at 51, coughing and spitting blood, less than an hour after playing the title role in his Le Malade Imaginaire. Concludes Dr. Moorman: "Móliere rendered a great service to humanity through his satirical arraignment of the medical profession. The antiquated and extravagant practices of the Paris Faculty . . . inflamed his genius for reform. . . . Soon after Moliere's death, Paris was leading the world in medical thought...
...poet's principle. Frost always seemed cavalier about the whole thing. That was it, cavalier. Mr. Frost had used the word himself--students should all take a cavalier attitude toward their work, letting what stuck, stick, and forgetting the rest. It was a perfect formulation of the Vagabond's own epistemological theory...
Here, sighed the Vagabond to himself, if surely a small bit of France transplanted to American soil. He gazed about him wonderingly. He had just emerged from the auditorium of the Geographical Institute where a militaristic French movie and a super-patriotic news reel--both entertaining after a fashion--had been shown. Through the doors poured dual streams of middle-aged Cambridge matrons, Mutt-and--Jeff pairs of Radcliffe girls, a sprinkling of Brattle Street subdebs, some dapper, be-mustached French instructors, and a handful of Harvard men. The latter seemed like some of Thurber's male animals...