Punch before lunch before lunch, thought Vag, how delightful. Luncheon, luncheon, puncheon before-I'll go, he decided. It wouldn't be right to cut his own roommate, even though that nutmeg floating...I can't, Vag said suddenly aloud, I can't drink that awful, awful awful any more. He braced himself for the shower, braced two or three times experimentally, then slumped into the chair and on with the radio. "And now our Morning Pops program, brought to you by Almeda Fiddle, presents Arthur Fiedler and the Bawwstun Pawwps in De Riccerio's "Dance of the..." Bang went the door to the bathroom.

Please don't let it be like the other weeks. It had almost been a prayer how funny, thought Vag. I'm going to be indifferent. Indifferent is as handsome does and good lord at least the band is better, isn't it George! He wished he hadn't said that again and again. Maybe the band wasn't really so good and it sounded like the Ivy League Album all the time anyway. Indifferent or not-that is the question. Whether tis nobler with subsidize or lily-white Bingham. God I feel awful, what's the matter with me today! It must be the game. Vag realized he had been talking to the girl and now he said, well, let's decide where we'll go to George's or to George's or to George's or.

All these drinks and still the same only worse, not even happy. Another, dear! George-a fine party, George, am I glad we left that madhouse and came over here-how about two more with soda, George! Keep'em strong, strong, strong, and strong. Vag, Vag, come off it, boy it was only a game, wasn't it? Why let that rain the weekend, the Big Weekend, thought Vag. And then rush rush rush everyone out to dinner.

Vag excused himself for a minute and went out to shiver in the cold air. The music was fainter, but still you could hear it from the upstairs window. I hate dancing, Vag thought and thought over and over. Do girls really like it? Oh, here she was she followed you. What's the matter, Vag dear! Why do you run away from me! Do you want me to go home I will I'll go home we're neither of us having a good time, darling. Yes, said Vag aloud, then yes yes yes yes to himself I want to go home and then I want to go away farther and farther. I don't want to be drunk or indifferent or dance or dance or dance. To bed, to bed with sleepyhead. And it's seven more months to the end.