Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

in blue suits and straw hats come next door, and sit on the porch steps. Two young girls come mincing down the street, and stop to talk, altho (sic) the men are cool. This play continues off and on. I go upstairs; the room is hot and stuffy, outside the cool black shade under bushes and trees looks enticing; I hear voices under my window. It is the two girls again they are spying on the four fellows. Suddenly one says “There they go down the street; lets run down the alley and down High Street and meet them as they come down Vine Street.” And off they sped into darkness, giggling and laughing.; ; May 31, 1921 –; In Floding’s Drug Store I met Ralph Herbert. I do not know how we started to talk on labor conditions, but we were presently in a lively conversation about them. Once he became so enthusiastic about a sentiment I expressed that he grasped my hand and shook it. It gave me a thrill and neither of us could talk calmly for a few minutes.