Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

are actually ignorant of its existence. And it shall be my purpose to enlighten them.

My treasure is not the only one. By no means, but there are so many people without any of any kind that a way must be shown them to find their treasure.

     This has been a great year. I wonder why I can recall no single incident that stands out, which would make it so. School work ha. progressed well - I am receiving enough encouragement from my instructors and from my work to decide me to continue it through life.

(In later handwriting, again, a page is taken out and edited, taped back in with cellophane tape.)  Of all May songs what so tantalizing as that of the house-wren? Perhaps I associate it more with my boyhood than many others, for it was when I was a boy that I put up a wren box in our arbor. For several years a pair of wrens came and raised their families there. At that time I