Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

This evening I was criminal and studied a lot.
                                                             Wednesday Dec. 14 1910
    Oh gee I’m almost too sleepy to write. We had a “rip-roaring” time out at Schnurrenberger’s to-night. On the way out we came down Sixth St. Hill. It was a frosty night; the pale white moon was hanging silently in the cold sky; and the hill was swarming with boys and girls from all over town.
     “Gee I wish we weren’t going to Schnurrenberger’s” remarked Bill mournfully
     “So do I” I replied as a sled whizzed by. “say, its swell to-night.”
     “Maybe we can get them to go instead of playing cards” he suggested
     “I hardly suppose so. Merle has been out of school a couple days and she’s more that likely sick.”
     “That’s so too. Well we can ask them anyway.”
     “Sure. we’ll ask them.”
    As we passed King’s we called him out and arranged for a possible loan of the bobby. But on arriving at our destination we found Merle with a bad cold, unable to go out. So we