Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

but his imitation almost made on think he was.
      Then came the tragedy – the horrible and heart rending tragedy. Let’s see – think it was Day, Smith, Zufall and myself – we hung back, intending to get out of taking any girls home if possible. Finally matters got so threatening for us that we slipped away and walked quickly down Penn St, pausing at Main. Presently along came the Hecklers both Carl + Russel, and Bill Windle – without any-one! That made the number eight, who weren’t taking girls, and Tom Richards made it nine. Surely, we thought, there would be something wrong somewhere, and so it proved. As the Hecklers and Windle walked on, we discerned a crowd coming down the street.
     It proved to be Bud – alas poor yorrick – he had three girls, Merle, Naomi Hyland, and Mabel Coy and too Ruth McIntyre left them to go out home. Merle said to us as she passed, deep disgust in her voice:
     “Well, for heaven’s sake, one of you boys take her out home”
      None of us made a move. Altho, I suppose it would have