Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

tempt, for the breeze was still wafting the colors in tempting proximity to my position.  Securing myself as before, I again swung myself out after the colors.  Trying to keep close to a post and trying to reach out away from a post was a difficult combination to run up against.  Several times I grasped at the colors and, missing, almost lost my grip.  But finally my efforts were rewarded, for a sudden gust of wind, stronger than before, blew the colors within my reach and pulling them swiftly in, I untied them and put them into my pocket.

In a moment I was on “terra firma” (that poor phrase!)again.  The other Seniors immediately formed a ring around me and