Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

discussing the pamum picture possibilities of the old town hall, a voice hailed me. It was Crawford, one of the boys I went to camp with. I went over to shake hands with him, and we discussed the labor situation. After he had gone & Kaiser & I had continued my our way, my conversation with Crawford recalled to my mind the case of an old schoolmate who is married, has a little baby, and works at the Slag Dump for a living. Labor is plentiful, so he is forced to work until nine 9:00 P.M. for wages he used to get for eight hours. I communicated this to Charlie, who with an exclamation of horror, said that if I was thinking of getting married, that I had better get out of a small town, so that I would be independent of such things. I became depressed, and could not shake it off. Down near the railroad we saw an Italian woman whose child w who was carrying a child almost ready to be born, talking & laughing gaily with a man, who seemed a little embarrassed. We passed the huge furnaces, which standing idle & rusty, looked gloomier & more hideous than ever.; Tuesday we went to Teegarten, and Wednesday to Travis where we stayed all night, and discussed art & music.