Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

    Gibson formed the subject of conversation until Kinkie asked Mr. Andrews to play for us. I was glad for I love music but Mr. Andrews, keeping in min Bills remark about music, hesitated. I urged him, saying that I could listen to music all night. Further urged by Kinkie, he finally consented and started out with the “Germani Overture.” It fairly carried me away when he finished, I was about to press him for another, when a pupil entered and we were forced to leave.
   When we got outside, it was with a feeling of relief. At several moments had Bill + I ached to laugh and couldn’t. We darted around the corner up Garfield in order not to see Bernice. I didn’t see the sense of it all. Bill hadn’t made a date with her and if her met her – why he could tip his hat and go on: she wasn’t his wife yet. But Bill didn’t see it that way, so we continued in our foul undertaking. We next proceeded up a dark alley – why we couldn’t go up Green St which was half-a-block further, puzzled me but up the alley we went. Kinkie led, while I brought up the rear – and mud. I never got into more mud;- I don’t see how so much ever got in one place - ; it was pitch dark, which fact caused me