Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

me to bump into posts and acquire more mud. At last we came trailing to Lundy St. Here I emphatically refused to go any further in the alley, and prevailed upon them to go up to Green St. It was but a matter of a short time before we reached Main and seeing no one – that is no one we didn’t want to – we scurried across the street into a picture show.
     The show was a bum one – as always. A few minutes after we entered who should come in but King and his oldest cousin. They didn’t seem to greet us very overdelightedly (there’s an adverb for you!) I thought later but at the time we never noticed it. They took seats a few tiers below us. Kinkie, who could not get a seat when we came in, was standing beside them. There were two seats behind them and after some hesitation we pounced into them. Somehow or other they seemed strangely intent upon watching the show in which I could not be interested at all. But we stuck to our seats like ronyons. Finally when we had seen all there was, I jumped and made as quick a getaway as possible.
      A few minutes afterwards Bill and Kinkie came out, wrath written all over them.
      “Why didn’t you wait, you rump-fed” I cried the former vehemently.