Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

59.) young woman, and grafted it back on, and making it seem a pleasant occurrence to her, she apparently suffered no pain. Just then two orderlies entered wheeling a stretcher cart, on which was someone, covered with a sheet. “Oh here she is now – you can see for yourself that she is quite happy” – as they passed he lifted the corner of the sheet, and revealed the head of a young woman, who had beautiful wavy hair. She was indeed smiling, but it seemed to me the insane smile of one who is drugged. Suddenly, I felt a sharp stab in my shoulder. I realized at once that it was a hypodermic needle; and knew that I was being prepared for the next experiment. I was horrified, but could not move. My shoulder and arm became more & more numb, and all things became hazy - - - and I awoke, to find my arm had gone to sleep from some pressure. I lay awake a long time brooding over many things.

     Curiously enough, this, the first day of March, was mild and sunshiny and seemed like spring. A couple of days ago, while driving out thru Buffalo at late afternoon, the level sunlight on the houses had an exciting “before spring” quality to it.