Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-03-29

VerSauon until we had just ABOUT passed
the store; then 1 poked him in the ribs
and remarked, reprovingly:
Why. George. that lady we just
passed spoke to you. Why didn't you
answer? Don't you know her?'
George swung around quickly, made a
frantic grab for his hat, lifted it and.
bowling low before the wax figure, muir
INJURED. humbly:
why, good evening, Miss er-er-ah-
hem
And amid our convulsed bursts OF
laughter he stood gazing blankly into the
painted smiling Waxen countenance,
which seemed to smirk at his discomfit-
ure. He did not speak to US for days
= after that, but we felt that the success
Of our joke was we'll worth the tempo
rary loss of his friendship.
Another April fool for which I was
given a great deal of credit and praise In
my school days was one suggested to me
by the manager of big nursery. for
whom my schoolboy friends and 1 sold
fruit trees during our vacation.
Following his directions, we purchased
ten pounds of sugar and a can Of red
pepper. We mixed these ingredients.
placed them in a basket, surrepttiously
installed them In front of a grocery store
along with the merchants other wares,
and placarded it with the sign: This
grade of sugar. twenty pounds for a dol
lar
The placard was very significant. as
sugar in those days was very high. and
sold for only twelve pounds for a dollar.
OF course. farmers bent on buying were
agreeably surprised at this great reduc-
ton; and naturally they sampled 1t to
discover why it was marked down to such
a ridiculouSly low figure. 1t was mighty
amusing, 1 can tell you, to watch those
farmers put some of the fiery mixture in
their mouths, and then stalk on down the
street. turning around to look back only
after they had got quite a distance away.
Not one of them entered the store to
complain. They were all ashamed to. We
boys lay in terribly cramped and uncom-
Portable positions behind a porch watch
ing the proceedings for several hours be-
ended our amusement by angrily dump
ing the stuff into the road
Representative John r. Farr Of Penn
sylvanIa says he isn't going to dine at
My thirteen-year-old daughter play ed
an April fool joke on me I won't soon
forget" he explained. Last April she
was just about learning to cook, and
when l returned home from the office
April l she put a plate Of the most ap-
l had ever seen.
~ baked them all myself, papa; do
hurry up and taste them" she urged, hop
ping around my chair in eager fashion.
II raised one Of the delicious cakes to
my mouth. took a bite. and-then some
thing queer happened. Ny arm holding
the doughnut was yard away from my
mouth, the bite was in it, but the bite
wasn't detached from the cake. I vas
startled, to say the least, but finally man
aged to detach the cotton from my teeth.
and threw 1t and the doughtnut out of the
window. There was enough cotton in that
harmless looking little cruller to stuff half
a dozen quilts, I swear!'
1.-THE best April fool joke I ever heard
of was one of my classmates and I play
ed at school years ago. About a week
before All Fools day few leaders of
our grade. including myself, passed
tended to play on teacher. and urgently
requesting each pupil to aff1x his sigma
ture to same, promising faithfully to be