Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

ing on the stairs leading to the balcony above.  At first I could only see the top of the vaulted ceiling within, and so we stood at the edge of the crowd and talked and laughed.  While we were doing this, by terrible straining I could see Joe, Paul French and Frank sitting in a balcony on the other side of the big room.  At this, we determined to go up in the balconies ourselves, and so we determinedly trailed up the winding stairs.

     At the top we found Bud, who was very dignified and in a fatherly manner advised us not to make as much noise.  I suppose this was a wise precaution on his part, for well did he know us, but we paid not attention to him and talked and laughed all we pleased, which of course was very wicked.  Up here we could see a little better.  The scene was an impressive one.  The ceilings and walls were creamy shades of colors, with small stenciled borders, and were trimmed with dark brown varnished woodwork.  Opposite us were the many bright gilded pipes of the organ, above which was a circular multi-colored window.  All around were the many balconies, from which gilded poles went up to the ceiling.  It all seemed to be pervaded with an indefinite grandeur and solemnity that cast a feeling of awe over the beholder.  There