Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

And demanded a pack of cards from Mr. Murphy, after which we started “500”. There we five of us, Bill, Day, King and Crawford and myself and as only for could play with the usual deck I coached Crawford, to whom the game was knew.
    After the game was well started, refreshments were brought in - hot tomato-bouillon and crackers. Let me repeat that “hot”. Hot really was no sort of cognomen for such stuff. At our first spoonful we gasped; I thought that a fire had started in my throat; we clamored for water at the same time calling Bernice down for having put red-pepper in the bouillon. And then we felt foolish when all made it known to us (afterwards) that theirs with hot. I made a dare that I would drink mine but I gave up in despair after having downed two or three spoonful.
    The bouillon was taken away and we proceeded with our game. Just when King, Crawford and I had gotten a good lead, the signal was given for an emigration to Fisher’s. So off we went, in sliding in laughing as before. A few of us (King Crawford, Zufall and myself) went on a head well the others mooned along the way.
       “Let’s get the eats up here” remarked Zufall