Word: wanderlied
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...members of the Class of 1907 who have registered at reunion headquarters, and to their families, those who remain in Cambridge extend a cordial welcome. For the next three days they wander about a Cambridge which bears little resemblance to the town of their undergraduate days,--a scene where masses of brick buildings, a faculty club, a geography building, a biological institute, a chapel, a vast library hedged by the latest Freshman dormitories; a business school; and seven Houses, three new and four revamped, have risen at a rate which has amazed even the steady inhabitants of the town...
...movements are greatly exaggerated. In reaching for an object, the arm will wander aimlessly. The hand, attempting to grasp something, may remain fixed in that position, and is relaxed with difficulty. In the early years the patient may learn to walk after a fashion, and the gait is quite characteristic. The toes scrape along the floor, the heels are not brought down, and the spasm of the thigh muscles forces the individual to move in a cross-legged fashion. Speech is difficult, and not infrequently profuse salivation with drooling tends to reflect against the normal mentality of the patient...
Wrecked off the U. S. Pacific Coast in 1924, on a return voyage from San Francisco to New Siberia, Trader Welzl, lacking identification papers, was deported to his homeland Czechoslovakia. He had never heard of the place. Long before the War he had left Moravia to wander far & wide. Returned there a Czech, he lectured, dictated reminiscences (made literate by others), collected money enough to return to his polar home...
...next position Sally, after a mourning while, forgets too; because in John Saril's household she finally graduates from maid to mistress. Middleaged, morose John Saril gives Sally real love, intends to marry her, make her his heir. But Death suddenly intervenes, and Sally must wander on again. In love, as in her maid's life, there is no resting place...
...native fishers, who looked on the continent as a distant planet, he was a wonder and delight. By day he would wander along the beach, picking shells and tossing pebbles in the ocean, or telling fairy tales to the children. He never worked. In the fishing boats he was an awkward hand, and let them alone, but in the pub at evening a grand man for a pot of ale and a wild story of the foreign lands. They would sit and talk about his quiet manner and his witty speech, and why, do you think, he should be coming...