Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " air was full of a pink storm - quickly it fell away, all but the west where it hung above the purple horizon until darkness put out the color, as after fire. / Better indeed to work at hard labor digging ditches or filing automobiles seats than selling tickets. Anything that requires politeness is degenerating - it saps the stamina of a man. I have become so furious with myself that to gain my self respect I am inclined to hereafter insult all whom I met "