Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Down at the office I got fooled once.  I was stamping envelopes in the drafting room, suddenly one of the fair damsels (?) who are working there told me that one of the stamps had become loose, and I innocently began to look thru the pile for it, when they all began to laugh.  At other times whenever I would turn my back, they would hide the machine.  Another of the girls fooled Bill once too.  No one else seemed to be trying to do any fooling.  It isn’t like it used to be; everyone seemed to be trying to play a joke on someone else, and it was all very jolly.  Now we all only think of the first day of April as the beginning of a new month – a new month to be gone thru.  While I was thinking about this, a fact – a sign of early spring – came to me.  It used to be a favorite sell to cry to some-one “There’s a Robin!” or “Look at that Robin up there!”  Of course we knew it wasn’t time for robins yet, but we would be taken unawares and look.  This spring I saw my first Robin the third of March, and in a week they were every where.

 This after noon was our glorious “Ticket Campaign” of “Town-Canvassing.”  Bill came over early-after dinner, and after waiting awhile for King, we started down Fourth St. to meet him; however our “meeting him” took place way out on