Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Joe Fraser the new academy secretary – full of a youthful eagerness that was refreshing –; Rus Brancht, whose ingrown dilettantism make me thankful that grim necessity had not yet said to me “Thou shalt teach in a college.” Poor fellow, he realized his predicament, which may mean his salvation.; On Thurs Eve. Oakley invited me to his country home for dinner. In their music room, I was surprised to find pictures of Sibelius all over the walls; and learned that they have a daughter studying music, whose ideal is Sibelius, and theirs. I felt, when I confessed a similar love for him, a vague possessive resentment on their part – or was the resentment on my part? Do we all feel that we alone understand the great man? (A small voice whispered “Careful! Don’t be too slavish “ -); On Friday (13th) Riggs arranged a meeting for me with F.C. Weber, who explained (in lecture-like fashion) various methods using egg-tempera and the mixed technique. (I was so sleepy from a grand lunch, that I was in agony) He promised to send me some samples ; Dinner was with George Harding (whom I had met at Pittsburg last January) and his family, at their home in the country. I got some useful information from him about tempera too.; In New York, much of my time was taken up, with going over my early sketches with Frank. He was very much