Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Volume 41, January 10, 1939

Lunch at noon with Roots and a lady-friend of Mrs. Root. P.M. Davis, an upholsterer who wants to trade some furniture for some of my water-colors, in. I go to his shop at late afternoon.
Evening – Dinner with Roots and Harry Yates. A good dinner & a talk in Root’s apartment afterward.
Later at Harry’s invitation to a night club (International Casino). I had no desire to ever go inside a night club, but not to put all the burden into Yates, I must confess to at least a mild curiosity. But five minutes would have been enough for me. Much of it was low vulgarity of the cheapest, most obvious nature; the humour, even when it was not vulgar, was childish & broad. It was incredibly boring, and it seemed as tho the jazz band was going continuously. Yates is the last person I would expect to find there, but perhaps it is just to such straight-laced, inhibited natures as his, that such places appeal.
Charles E. Burchfield, January 10, 1939