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The Vagabond is no miser; but you may be surprised to hear he has a treasure chest. As the old fellow has travelled the world round, even as he has searched his old Tower and the mansions of the Yard, he has gathered riches such as the common eyes of pirates have never seen. It has been his pleasure once or twice a year to open up his treasure chest, as it were, and share his wares. His gold; his old wine; wisdom's jewels. Yes, the things of beauty his ever searching mind-eye has collected. With this introduction he will let the treasures suggest their own worth.
Radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers... High view towards Memorial Chapel from steps of Widener at noon... The caressing melancholy of a glowing fire on a rainy evening... The words: "So Red the Rose", Friend, Kindliness, Philosophy... A symphony concert in a large soft-toned hall, dimly lighted... The musty reek that lingers about dead leaves and last year's ferns... The epitaph: "Go tell the Spartans ye that passest by, That here obedient to their laws we lie"... View of John Weeks bridge from Duster at dusk... A little child relating a pleasant dream... A lovely girl in evening clothes descending stairs... Percy Granger's "Country Gardens"; the "Song of India"... A direct blood transfusion between friends... We roofs beneath the lamp light... Polished brass knockers on doors of dull dwellings... The Charles river at sunset... Professor Whitehead lecturing; Professor Lake reading the Bible... The line: "Euclid alone hath looked on beauty bare." Corinthian columns actually supporting a fine entablature... Modesty, any time, any place, viewed from any angle... Feathery, faery dust... The cool kindliness of sheets; the rough make kiss of blankets... The feeling of work well done... An old Greek Vase... A young inexperienced waitress saying, "Yes, Sir"... The Yard just after dawn... Unpassioned beauty of a great machine... The good smell of old clothes and old books... A formal lecture well planned and well delivered...
At 10 o'clock
Professor Sorokin, "Fluctuations of Systems of Truth", Emer. 211.
Professor Haring, "Expansion of New Spain", Harvard 3.
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