Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

taken with them, and planned a show, opening Nov. 20. (One of the first things I had to do here, on my return was to mount, and send him an additional group.) ; Spent one afternoon, and an afternoon and evening at the World’s Fair.; I found it to be beautiful beyond anything I had imagined. In fact, I had not been very anxious to see it, for I had conjured up in my mind, a vulgar noisy place with glaring lights and bizarre architecture. Instead I found it quiet, restrained, with the main lighting indirect (set in the ground.; Altho I went into some of the exhibits (Japan, Finland, Denmark – General Motors and Perisphere) the chief charm of the Fair for me was in its general aspect. It was exciting merely to walk around. I also went into the Old Masters Show, but found that my mind was too full of Fair, and I could not concentrate on the pictures, which was a pity for there were many fine things there.; For me the most magical moment was twilight of the first day there. It had been terrifically hot all day, but now a light fresh wind blew off the water - the gay flags of the various countries fluttering against the sky, made green by the unreal quality of the Fair lights, achieved a sort of chaste gayety.