Word: vagabonding
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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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...
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...
...Vagabond is in high spirits. He meets so many of his friends whom he has not seen since Easter. With such a dazzling number of girls the dance goes merrily, and he whirls from one to another. Suddenly he spots a nifty girl whom he has not seen for years. He had forgotten all about her and it takes him a little while to remember her name. But after that, it all comes easy as he waltzes her around and around regardless of the music and other people. How could he have forgotten her? After a while the pair swing...
This afternoon the Vagabond will go to the North Station and board the 4:00 P.M. for Bennington, Vermont...
...sound of grinding chain struck his ears and the Vagabond turned to look at the railway. His boat was setting down stern-first into the water now, easily, smoothly, gently, like a thing alive and yet afraid of violent exertion. The Vagabond rose and walked shoreward, his heart, full of joy. The days of winter were over, his duties done for a spell, his heart and his mind and his senses all keen to go down...