"Rheinhardt, Rheinhardt, I'm a most indifferent guy . . . But I love my Vincent . . ." Vag was back in his room, listening to records and recovering from Yale weekend. Funny, he used to listen to that song and think of how it fit. Used to agree when his friends called him the most indifferent guy. And then he saw a football game.

Going down to New Haven, it had been the same old Vagabond. Friday night had been just like last year--kidding around with his Yale friends and sleeping on their daybed. He'd seen the whole coaching staff at the Toasty and they'd been so happy he was sure Harvard would win. He'd got up in time to meet the Springfield train and eventually find his date. Lunch, trolley out to the game, and still he felt normal.

Vag lit another cigarette and put on "Body and Soul." Three days after the game, and he still had a lot of vivid impressions. Players and spectators pounding anyone within reach after the field goal. More of the same after Richards' punt return. Then the picture got blue. Something seemed to snap when the referee called that play back, but Cleo's interception put the players back on their feet. And then there was the horrible nightmare of number 14 going diagonally across the field with nobody in Crimson around. The failure of that last-minute drive was just too much.

From then on the Vagabond became a man of strong emotions. Losing the game that way was a tremendous blow; it wouldn't have been so bad if they'd outplayed us and won by two touchdowns. On the trolley back he was ready to bite any offensive Yaleman. He went to a friend's room and poured four scotches down his throat. Even that didn't help. He was unhappy, and he didn't recover all night. He couldn't help it--this game meant a lot to him. But to think of what should have been the best week-end ever being spoiled just because of a football score was, well, ridiculous. Vag didn't do things like that. It wasn't natural. But he could still see himself sitting with Ann at Cafe Society just like always, and worrying about an insignificant football game. Vag kicked off his white shoes and dressed for conditioning.