Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

have it. So I will have to defer the order. Everyone was willing to have you make the invitations so there is a chance that you will be given some work after Christmas. Of course it is hard luck but it cannot be helped. I will fix it up with you when I get home for that sample.
Well this is certainly a gay old town. Nothing much to do except fuss and there is plenty of that. It is very cold here and some snow but that doesn’t matter.
       Thanksgiving passed swimmingly. I had the time of my life that day. We had about a nine-course dinner and yours truly had to give a toast on our girls. Believe me boy it was entirely the hit of the season. It was conspicuously being the only one without any point to it. The jokes were stale and to tell you the truth everything was somewhat bad. The jokes we hard to discover or un cover. No matter how many times you soak it, you can not drive a nail with a sponge.
     I got up very nervous like when I started my speech and (oh my yes) I was for once speechless. Well that would almost shock anyone. It did shock the girls so much that one of them got electricity in her hair so bad I had to tell her to turn her switch. Then she told me not to think so much of myself