Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

ever got him in your Kabal for”
“Heavens,” said Joe “I don’t either. He thinks he’s so flamed smart”
“Ye-es” said Bill “and he’s always moralizing or working Math, wherever he goes”
“Why don’t you kick him out” Joe suggested
“Can’t very well” I replied “we asked him in”
“Well, he makes me tired about this class-play” Bill said “all his holding back for is because he don’t want Miss Richards in it.”
“He wants the class to run it, because then he’d be at the head” I added.
“Do you have that thing for a president” asked Joe.
“Yes” answered Bill “and we all voted for him two or three times. Dutch Leonard voted five time, I saw him.”
“Well you are ronyons” cried Frances.
“I know what we can do” said Bill suddenly “we can get him tomorrow noon and tell him what we think of him and either make him have a class-meeting or make him sore enough at us so he’ll get out of the Kabal.”
“Good idea” I affirmed “I don’t care if he does get sore