Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

lucky enough to have some to do) and Bud on the excuse that he had forgotten to tell his sister something!  I tried to slip out with them but failed and was tortured until five o’clock when I fled out into the rain that was now coming down, and my aching pate was cooled by the rising wind.

I had not been home long, when Joe, Frances and Louise began to talk about going down to Ethel’s.  I was delegated to invite Bill; I went over to his house but he was not at home yet, and I went on up to Kinkie’s.  When I asked him to come out, King said:

“Bill’s going to bed early to-night and can’t go out on Tenth St.”  Then they all laughed horsily. When I told him what I wanted he shouted “Sure” and as he went in again he said:

“I’m not going to bed early to-night.”

“Yes” I added “and we’re not going out on Tenth St. either.

They was silence, and I thought I had stung them for being so smart, but a little later Bill called up and said he didn’t believe he’d go out because he had three whole practices next week and would be so tired.  I shouted “All right!” and we went down thru the wet slippery streets, Joe + Louise in