April 1st

LittleCharlie, blue eyed boy, Iq Uie morning wakes with joy, Chioklng: "Now I'U dress me quick, And on my (irandpa p!ay a trick." Down the stairs he soes, at last, Po bis (irandpa rans so f ast. Hurry, Grandpa, dol" he cries, With a scAWd look in hls eyes. " rhere's n fire!" "Oh! dear me! Our house will burn! '-Come (pnok!" crieB he. Poor old Grandpa, ecarad to death, Folio ws Charlle, oot of breath; Toward the kitchen tast they run. Chailie, brimfnlof nis fan (Means no disrespect, yoa see, Such a little boy is he), Liughs and gayly cries: "Hallo! It'e only ia - the stove - yon know!" 'Wny. blees my stars!" thinks Urandpa, then "April lst has come again! ' The April day is bright and fair, The sunbeam3 frollceverywhere: And by and by say8 Grand ya: "Who Would like to tnke a drive? Would you, My Charhe boy?" Ah! Oharlie's eyes Grow brightor than the snnny skiea. Off, off he rüDB, a happy boy, A ride with Grauipa to enjoy. Comes back all nicely dressed, at last. Hls heart with yieuaure 'oeating tast. But Grandpa is not going to ride. PoorCharliu's blue eyes open wide With dissappolntment. ''Grandpa, you Said you would go!" Tbat's hardly true, My boy," says Grandpa; "for, you kaow, I askea if you would like to go. ïou mustn't mind if April jokes Ar Bometimes played by eider folkc, Ab well as little boje, and we Mast April Fools togethei be."