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...soft droning fills the air, and the Vagabond thrashes uneasily in his bed. It is very early in the morning, he knows, for the alarm clock has not yet shrilled the arrival of another day. Laboriously he opens an eye. Hmm, only six o'clock. At least four hours before the mind will be able to concentrate on work. Raising his head, he looks out the open window. Sun on towers and chimneys already. A pigeon coos on a nearby ledge. Four stories below a watchman's heavy feet lumber past, echoing dully. Hot Golly...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/1/1938 | See Source »

That droning--an airplane? Japs? Germans? Reds? It swells and fades, angry, important, businesslike. Ah, a wasp, or is it a hornet, zooms gracefully through the window and roars headlong into the closet. Sudden silence. Probably sampling the various gravy and beer spots on the Vagabond's suit. That'll hold him for a while--maybe kill him. The Vagabond relaxes: let's see, history review today. Damn, action again. The wasp-hornet breezes out of the closet, squats on the bowl of a pipe, sharpens up his stinger with his hind legs, hums contentedly to himself...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/1/1938 | See Source »

...Vagabond is uneasy. He would like to throw back the covers and cool off, but he doesn't quite dare with such an inquisitive visitor making the rounds of his belongings. The winged lancer squares off on the desk calendar and snorts contemptuously at a picture of the Vagabond's best girl. Bored, he revs up his motor and decides to leaves. He mistakes the mirror for a window and is quite some shaken up by the minor crackup which ensues. Then, having been aroused, he changes instantly from a disturbance into a menace. He runs out his stinger...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/1/1938 | See Source »

...keep this up much longer--suffocating by inches--a fine fix for a college man. In desperation, the Vagabond takes a deep breath, flings off the covers, flails his arms wildly, skids on the rug, reverses his field beautifully, and slams the door behind him gratefully. Outside, he quiets his throbbing pulse and takes careful inventory. Unscathed. The little devil never laid a stinger on him. He finished his sleep uncomfortably on the sofa...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/1/1938 | See Source »

This afternoon the Vagabond will go to the North Station and board the 4:00 P.M. for Bennington, Vermont...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 5/20/1938 | See Source »

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