Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

fifth, those who would think about it; sixth, those who were too busy; seventh, those who didn’t care for any; eighth who wanted me to come around Monday; ninth and least, those who wanted them on the spot; and tenth, the violent kind.

 The last was a very interesting kind.  They are ferocious wild animals, “tite-wads” and bugbears, and when you heard them in their dens they show their teeth in a very impolite manner.  I only encountered one of these; it was towards the end of the campaign, and I went up a stairs hopefully and entered an office.  A great shaggy monster bore down upon me and looked “what do you want?” at me.  I made my solicitation very sweetly, to which he, turning on his heel replied “aw h _ _ l, no.”  I fled  - laughing.

 At first I only received a few scattered promises, but finally I met one of the ninth class – those who wanted them right away.  It was Prudence.  I never expected her to buy any.  I saw her coming and waving my tickets at her I told her that, as she hadn’t showed she had to buy tickets.  She immediately bought three fifties!  The only other one of this kind was Mr. Floding, who bought two.

 When we got thru, King had three names, while I had