Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

in.  Oh the ecstacies of the cold-water bath!  It is like a draught of ice-cold water on a hot afternoon. Gettting up sleepy, cross and tired I come from a rub-down after a cold bath newly invigorated and with renewed good humor. It is a cure for all ills – especially those pertaining to the mind.

            Leaving the bathroom I entered my room and dressed. This done I gathered up my knife, clip-clips, two fifty cent pieces, quarter and two pennies and put them in the right hand side pocket of my pants, and then put my watch in the pocket provided for it. All ready I descended the stairs. Mother was in the kitchen and as I greeted her I also kissed her.  Breakfast followed during the consuming of which I joked profusely with Joe,Frances and Louise. Breakfast done I found it was time to go to work. Before going I kissed Mother goodbye and took a look at the morning-glories. I always go in the following course – Down “Our” Side Alley to the Back Alley where I turn