Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

store. This put me in a rather ill humor, which I think Miss McMillan noted, for when she told me to go home and paint a sign, she garnished it with the remark that she would want me to be down one evening – next Tuesday the opening and that she would want my opinion on some things. This was an attempt to flatter me (and it did) for she never said a word afterwards.
          I collected my material together and went home working on the signs until after supper when Bill accommodatingly routed me out to go down to the picture-shows. We met King on the way as agreed and proceeded down-town. Just in front of Bonnell’s Drug store, we caught sight of Day + Bud, who when we shouted at them, started running up Main St. as fast as they could go. We, altho we thought that they were heading for the basket-ball game, gave spirited chase, Bill leading, I close at his heels and King gasping pain-fully in the rear. It was so icy that we came slipping and jerking Broadway, where they grasped a pillar of the First National Bank and whirled around, we, not having enough foresight to do this were forced to circle way out into Broadway, before we could gain any head-way at all, But as they were