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...Vagabond bounds out of bed at eight, slips over an ice-cold floor on ice-cold feet to his open window and bangs it shut. a front clings to his whiskers as he hacks at them desperately with an ice-cold razor. A nick under his chin bleeds and makes a smear on the collar of his newly-laundered best pink shirt. But the dauntless Vagabond is out of his Attic by eight-thirty and down to the Dining Room to breakfast...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 10/28/1936 | See Source »

...regular nine o'clock class over, he dawdles in the Farnsworth Room awhile, stops at the shelves that hold the priceless Arden Shakespeare and picks out "The Comedy of Errors". (His tutor played Antipholus of Ephesus in an amateur production of it once.) The Vagabond noses through half of the "Comedy" and compares it with the Elizabethan translation of Plautus's "Menochmi" (or "The Two Menechmuses' as some Elizabethans called it) which Shakespeare used in his play. The "Menochmi" is reprinted in Appendix B of the Arden edition. The Vagabond, if he had the money, would buy the Arden Shakespeare...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 10/28/1936 | See Source »

Time hangs lightly on the Vagabond's hands. It dangles there, a flimsy rainbow bubble, catches the sun a moment and disappears...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 10/21/1936 | See Source »

...Vagabond reads Hobbes and thinks of Spain, the embattled loyalists running for cover, food gone, hearts gone, courage gone, the Cause gone. Snarling Whites plunging down the craggy Spanish hills, naked to their waists, indomitable, their powder dry-and plenty of it. Liberty! We Spit On Thee....A dictator, blood and thunder, kill the damn Reds, Vive L'Espagna....An ideology crumbles before gunfire...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 10/19/1936 | See Source »

...Vagabond and his love to the Army game tomorrow . . . . brass buttons and brass music, smoky-blue greatcoats, lean American faces, gloved hands in a row as straight as a die; black jerseys with horizontal stripes, red jerseys with huge white numerals, golden pants. The Vagabond and his Love on cold stone seats, bruised by the carnival mob. And afterwards sweet dry applewood on the fire and lights coming on in windows across the Quadrangle and a long godbye...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 10/16/1936 | See Source »

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