Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Prudence Foster’s which he had promised to go to. Kinkie filled in his seat, and, when Day challenged King to a game of checkers, who can never stand a challenge, Vivian came in his place, protesting that she new nothing of the game. She soon caught on however and the game proceeded merrily.
As we played we would shoot sarcasm at Kinkie about his rabbits or about his playing. Perhaps it wasn’t the right thing to do but he is such around said. If Andrews doesn’t get out of town soon, Kinkie will be irretrievably be nothing more or less than a fool. And he is so dumb acting and absent-minded. Someone would lead out a card and instead of watching for himself he would stare blankly at the board and say “What’s led? Who played that? What’s the highest card played.”. We’d get so mad that we didn’t know what to do, but managed to control ourselves beyond making fun of him,
But everything comes to an end as did the evening. At twelve o’clock amid puns jokes and laughing we donned our caps and bid our hosts goodnight: on the way home we linked arms and went singing down the street, which caused Day and Bud to accuse us of having drunk too much cider. When I crawled