Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] but wind sunshine and sky, and I was given another glympse (sic) of the joy of solitude. Such occasions are rare and are like a sparkle of dew sunshot burning on a grass-tip. They leave me with a vague sense of longing for something I have lost and cannot regain. No doubt they are remembrances of my trips afield this summer. / Last night took Miss Finley to the Freshman Reception (Warparty). Excitement before supper. Costumes. Supper. Customs