Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

“Yes and watch you walk off with the Prasidentin” I replied with fine scorn.
“No sir. I’m not going to see her if I can help it”
“I bet you do”
“You wait and see.” Will you go?”
“Yes if you promise not to see her.”
“Well I’m not going to”
“Allright. Be over early”
“I will. So-long"
“So-long.”
Just then Kinkie came along and we told him that we’d be a around to the studio after him.
Bill came over early and we proceeded to Andrews.
“I wonder if Kinkie’s here yet” Bill remarked.
“I don’t know. Let’s butt in anyway.”
We did so and found Andrews by himself. He got up and with that sissy smile of his wished us good evening, to take off our overcoats and be seated. He has the way of opening his mouth when he goes to laugh or talk that gets on my nerves; I suppose he has to open his mouth if he wants to do either of these things but there