Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

babies, girls, boys, youths and everyone it seemed who had acquired or still retained the art of walking. The people can be divided into four classes: those who came for some-place to come to; those who came for bullion; those who came to see the pictures; and those who came for all three.
There were many that I knew. Early in the evening the Richies came in, with whom I kept up a nonsensical chatter for some time. Later the Kabal came noisily past the counter, shouting and laughing and make all noise possible. Day, Bill said later made himself out a pig by drinking three cups of bouillon.
Most of the faculty were in and also a former Latin-teacher who stopped to talk a while – Miss Anderson.
“Do you like it in here?” she inquired pleasantly
“Yes I do” I replied “I get to see all the pictures and of course I like that” (saying what I felt I was supposed to say)
“Yes I should think so. Are you doing drawing this year?”
“A few calendars but not many. I have so little time, studying and working here.”
“Yes I suppose you have to study very much. Are you a Junior now?”