Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

turned north until we came to the beginning of East School St., whose name betrays its position. Here behind a friendly porch on the south side of Fourth St., we lay, waiting to see what would transpire at the arc-light just in front of the building.

Soon we were rewarded by the slamming of a door further up the street; a moment later we saw Turner, a Junior sneaking across the school lawn.  We now became interested.  Turner, however proceeded briskly on down town.

After waiting a half-hour or so longer, we finally gave it up and departed hence, for we saw that our exposing ourselves at first had “queered” us.  The next morning, as we came