StNicholas [serial] . d on an afternoonAt the close of an April day. And the buzz and buzz of the busy beeAs he flits from flower to flower Is often heard on an afternoonAfter an April shower. And there is a touch of genius in this closing stanzaby Irwin G. Priest: Back again is the bluebird, The herald of spring,With the earth on his breast, And the sky on his wing. Lucy G. Bastien is fond of April, and begins to tellus about it as follows : June is drowsy, lazy; In July we have the Fourth;In winter, what with ice and snow, We think we re way up north. Alice Goddard Waldo, who won a prize in
StNicholas [serial] . d on an afternoonAt the close of an April day. And the buzz and buzz of the busy beeAs he flits from flower to flower Is often heard on an afternoonAfter an April shower. And there is a touch of genius in this closing stanzaby Irwin G. Priest: Back again is the bluebird, The herald of spring,With the earth on his breast, And the sky on his wing. Lucy G. Bastien is fond of April, and begins to tellus about it as follows : June is drowsy, lazy; In July we have the Fourth;In winter, what with ice and snow, We think we re way up north. Alice Goddard Waldo, who won a prize in March,starts off charmingly, as you will see: Vol. XXVII.—71. The sun was shining clear and bright,And flooding all the world with light, In April;My love went forth with gladsome treadTo wander where her fancy led, In April. We would like to print all of Alices poem if we hadroom. Linda G. McCallister, age nine, begins by telling uswhere to gather violets : In swamp and lowland all aroundThe purple violet is BY RAYMOND W. PERRY. While Ida M. Ufford describes an April shower, ofwhich we will have only a part, though she tells of itall very prettily: A tiny cloud in the distance, But see how fast it spreads!A dash of pattering raindrops — The storm breaks oer our thick and fast t is beating Against the window-pane!And all the surrounding landscape Is shut out by the rain. Annie Olivia Hawkins tells us something about April-fooling: A little boy sat, one day,Counting the months that had flown away:Jan., Feb., March, then April fool;That is the day that all the schoolPlay their tricks and funny jokesOn the school-teacher and other grown folks. But Mary K. Harris tells us a good deal more on thissubject, and we wish we had room to print all that shesays : Aunt Priscilla awoke in the early morn, With thoughts of fooling and thoughts of scorn. Aunt Priscilla, just look ! Aunt Priscilla, I say! It s raining! It s raining! It s a horrid wetday! From the door to th
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