Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

was blowing them in my direction!  Putting one foot on a spike and grasping a spike above me with one hand, I swung myself out towards the colors, reaching my free hand for them.  A girl cried “O he’s going to fall”

This disconcerted me, and when the wind blew the colors temptingly near, I reached further than I should: my foot slipped and it was only by bringing my other hand around and clinging desperately with both, but I saved myself from a fall.  At this much sarcastic laughter came up to my ears; and even the Seniors were becoming restless at the delay.

Thinking both of the laughter in the expectation of my classmates, I determined to make a second at-