wed by April Fool's Day. This
part was taken by Fred Ames, in a suit of figured chintz, with cap and
bells. He recited:

"Don't think I'm the one to be laid on the shelf;
I have a few words now to say for myself.
To nonsense each one at some time must give vent;
To furnish you with an excuse I am sent.
To give you a day without precept or rule,
In which you may each be a gay April Fool."

The children:

"Though not the most important on the list,
We know, dear April Fool, you would be missed."

Next came Constance, with a garland of roses on her head, and her
white dress trimmed with flowers. She recited:

"When first the flowers begin to show
Their happy little faces,
And tiny leaves begin to grow,
To make us shady places,
'Tis then I sing in merry tune--
Sweet Summer's coming very soon."

The children:

"Pretty May-Day must not go,
We have always loved her so."

After Constance came Louise, who made a charming Goddess of Liberty,
dressed in stars and stripes, with a flag in her hand. She said:

"I come to tell the story
Of the birthday of our land,
To remind you of her glory,
And to help you understand
How by good men, brave and true,
This great land was won for you."

The children:

"Dear Fourth, we love your fun and noise,
You're ever dear to girls and boys."

Thanksgiving Day was represented by Dora, dressed as a Puritan maiden,
carrying a basket of apples and a sheaf of wheat. She made a pleasant
picture as she recited:

"When wintry days once more appear,
I come well laden with good cheer.
You can't lose _me_ at any rate,
For I'm appointed by the State."

The children:

"As long as we're living
We'll keep dear Thanksgiving."

Last of all came Christmas Day. This was Carl, in white, like New
Year's, with trimmings of holly and mistletoe. A brave young Holiday
he looked, as he repeated:

"Last comes to you the merry day
O'er which St. Nicholas holds sway;
A day that's sent your hearts to fill
With peace and joy and glad goodwill.
And down through all the centuries long
Echo the angel words and song,
And every year again I tell
The old sweet story, loved so well."

As he finished, the children said eagerly:

"Dear Holidays, we love you all;
You're good and true and gay,
And we hope, as you have said,
Th