Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

bravado:

     “I’m going to take one.”

“Help yourself”, I encouraged him, but after taking one he walked sheepishly away,

About the middle of the afternoon, Louise and Ephie came up home. They haven’t been here long when they suddenly called to us all to come in the parlor and see what they had made. It was on the parlor stand and represented a ship at sea near an island. The ship’s body was formed of an old pocket-book of Ephie’s; the mast was a yellow pencil on which was a sail of paper. The railing was formed of wire with red insolation, and hanging on the ship’s side was a life buoy and anchor made of white insolated wire. Trailing from the bow was a small dory of paper. The smoke funnelswere heat coils. The island was made of dirty wall-paper cleaner. On it was a palm-tree, a cannibal king and a monkey all made of the same material. The whole outfit they had made one day at the office