Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

perform some mysterious trick. It may be only the odd casting of a shadow or the coloring of a cloud. To-day, as it is often, it was at his setting.

The first sight of which was on my departure from the office. A glance around the heavens revealed an ideal condition of both sky and clouds for a beautiful sunset. An analysis of a sunset would perhaps detract from a good description of it, but a fanci­ful one will not come amiss here I am sure. The sky is all a stage whereon the sun is the stage-manager and directs the show which is entitled “A Sunset” in Four Acts. No admission is charged so come ye all and look.

The first act is a prelude in reality. None but the most ideal conditions must prevail, and so the Sun has gathered the most whimsical kinds of clouds. Here they come trooping - pebbly clouds, foamy clouds, splashes of mists, fern-like streaks, beard-grass clouds and