Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

endless rows of impersonal children. Already one room had commenced its sing-song chorus of recitations; the noise floated out the window strangely like the rhythmic beat of some gas engine. Yet such impressions are not true. To the children themselves the whole proceeding is full of tremendously exciting interest.; Gibson, at the office affords an interesting study. He is the perfect type of self-made business man. There is not a flaw in his make up. Apparently he is never off his guard; at least to his inferiors. He started out long ago to act a part, but now the natural man has been completely lost in the self-made pose. One of his “parts” was to rush down the hall as tho he were going to a fire or fleeing from something, digging his heels into the rubber mat till the whole place resounded; head down, and his hands swinging. This pose probably served a double purpose; one to fill his inferiors with awe, the other to give his superior the appearance of un-