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The Student Vagabond

The Vagabond climbed the last steps to his tower room. He was tired. He feared that he had strained something dedicating things. All he wanted to do now was to sleep. He opened the door and saw a black bottle standing on his early eliot gate-legged table. He approached the bottle. Maybe it was something to drink. Maybe it was Absorbine Junior. There was nothing at all about "After every meal. Two tablespoons for adults." so the Vagabond thought it could do him no harm. He drank.

The world grew black. The Vagabond thought several fine thoughts quickly in case he was one his way to Heaven.

The world steadied down again and the Vagabond opened his eyes. This must be Heaven, he thought. No place could be so exactly like Lowell House and not be. Even the bells were ringing. He looked down shyly to see how he looked in a nightgown and discovered instead a pair of creased pearl-striped trousers and a handsome expanse of grey vest. He looked inside of the coat he discovered he was also wearing and his happiness was complete. Browning, King and Co. was written in great letters on the lable. Just like the writing on the coat of many colors, he thought. He saw it all in terms of the old Bible stories. He was a prophet and the mantle had fallen upon him and he had come to Heaven in a chariot of fire. His heart grew glad within him and he wondered at the infinite goodness of the Lord who had brought such wonders to pass.

The Vagabond danced upon the point of a needle, he was so very happy. There before his eyes lay a great feast spread. Julian Coolidge in admiral's uniform was drinking champagne out of Field Marshal Apted's sliper, and liking it. Marriman was eating a freshman's hat with caviar and coffee. There was an effulgent unity which clung to his person like a baltimore enreole. The President mounted a stop ladder to read from an early annotated edition of the daily CRIMSON. The Vagabond swooned. It was more than angel tissue could bear.

Next morning the Vagabond awoke. His eye lit on the empty bottle. It had been Absorbine Junior after all. He certainly had put his athlete's foot in it that time.

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10 o'clock

"Revolutionary Literature," Professor Murdock, Harvard 6.

"The Reforms of Peter the Great," Professor Karpovitch, Boyiston 21.

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"Elijah and Ahab," Professor Lake, Fogg Large Room.

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