Word: vagabonder
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...bright and valiant knight yclept Sir Vagabond did brace himself for that full mighty deed. Ablution did he make within the chapel, and from the kindly priest did calm and courage take; and from the holy chalice imbibed deep draughts of the juice of the purple grape. His sturdy sword and buckler did he grasp, and kissed for the last time the dainty sleeve which to him his betrothed, the Lily Maid of Noanett, had bequeathed . . . the Lily Maid with lips so red, and bosom white as driven snow...
Swift did bear down on him, with cry to freeze hot blood, a gargantuan charger. Then ran he whirling like ye maddened dervish into the very centre of the fray. Ye blue clad referee soft reclining in the white cupola far cross the seething field, was Sir Vagabond's ultimate goal a stead-fast symbol of safety was this man. Steel clashed on steel, the horns of battle did boom out loud and clear, and the knight with heaving breath and Herculean effort did clear himself a breach across the way, did with uncertain step attain the white cupola...
...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...