Nantwich, Sandbach & Crewe Star — 1890-11-28 ()

APRIL FOOL TRICK.  It was on the evening of the last day of March, that two young men were seated in a comfortable apartment in the Hotel, Manchester, with a bottle of champagne before them, and cigars in their mouths.  "To-morrow is the first of April," spoke out Bob P-, at length. "Yes," was the reply of his companion, whose name was Bill H-.  "You know Old Kingley, that old wag of a dentist on - street," continued Bob. "Certainly," was the reply. "Well, one year ago, to•morrow, ho played a IA a game on me."  " Yes, and to-morrow I mean to be up to him for that same trick." "How?"  "You see this tooth?" he replied, as he stretched open his mouth to the view of the other. " Well, it is a false one, and to•morrow 11l (re to him with my face bundled up, and tell hin-N fhave gob a decayed tooth which 1 want extracted, and have him pull out this false one." "Ha, ha, ha !" burst out Bill, " that will indeed be a good joke." So it was arranged that Bill should happen into the office at King-ley's the next morning at nine o'clock, that he might see the sport, and that Bob should arrive in a short time, ready for the operation. They then took their departure from the hotel, each taking the nearest course for his lodgings. "Good morning, Mr. Kingley," was the salutation of Bill H- the next morning after the conversation alluded to above, as he entered that individual's office.  " Good morning ; take a seat," was the response. "I was passing by," continued Bill, "and thought I would give you a short call." Thus the conversation proceeded for a short time, when the door opened, and Bob made his appearance. His neck and face were done up in sundry neckcloths, &c., and he gave a groan at every step. He hastily closed the door, and quickly divesting himself of the neckcloths, he threw himself into a chair, and exclaimed—" Dear doctor, for heaven's sake pull this tooth as quickly as possible, for I haven't slept half an hour throughout the night in consequence of its aching." The doctor immediately took up his instrument —took up his position behind the chair and enquired—" Which tooth ?" Bob pointed to the false one. The doctor who was fifty years old, and wore spectacles, gave a look at the tooth, and seeing it was sound, could not at first conceive what should cause it to ache, and was about to speak, when a thought struck him. It was the first of April ! He gave another look at the tooth, and immediately perceived it was a false one, and that a trick was being practised upon him. " Now hold still, and be perfectly quiet," said the doctor. " I will," was the reply, " but be as quick as possible." The doctor took his instrument, and clapping it upon the tooth next the false one, which was a large double tooth, perfectly sound, he gave one tremendous jerk and it was out. With a yell of agony, Bob sprang to his feet and !creamed out—  " Murder ! Doctor, you've pulled the wrong tooth !"  " Oh, no," quietly replied the doctor, wiping his instruments, " the one you told me to extract I pulled out some ten months ago, and I thought you wouldn't want one tooth to go through such an exceedingly painful operation twice." Bob seized his hat, and from that day he has had a natural horror of Dr. Kingley.