Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

was now taking place, and was music to our starved hearts. They were raffling - excuse me -  they were beg - no that’s what Joe said, and I’m  sure he was wrong - well they were asking people to indulge in shares in the church, each one worth twenty-five dollars, They had a man, "Bish" by name, at a table or desk to put dawn the number of shares taken, Another man doing the talking They went at it in a very quiet and orderly manner. The man clapped his hands and shouted on now, just two hundred shares to take. Let’s get the first hundred now. Who’ll be the first one now? Come. Come quick. What’s that?  Two shares from a friend. Thank you. Now we only have ninety eight to get. Ain’t that so Bish?"  Yes that’s so." "All right let’s see who’ll be the next one. What’s that? The Ladies Aid Society will take forty shares. Everybody now cheer them. (Clapping) My My, we only have fifty-eight to get, ain’t that so Bish?" Yes that’s so. "Come come now, be quick.  Why you can’t tell a difference already between those who have given and those who haven’t. See how happy they are. Come, everyone be happy