“The time will come when we shall dance round the Maypole every morning before breakfast--a meal at which hot-cross buns will be a standing dish--and shall make April fools of one another every day before noon. The profound significance of All Fool’s Day--the glorious lesson that we are all fools--is too apt at present to be lost.”
As kids we observed April
Fools’ Day as a national holiday designed with the enjoyment of pre-pubescent children,
especially boys, in mind. Children, after all, are anarchists. The
sophisticated among us telephoned tobacco shops and asked if they had Prince
Albert in a can. The less sophisticated would approach a teacher and shriek, “Your
pants are on fire!” The even less sophisticated would repeat the same line to
the same teacher six or seven times. It was a simpler age.
The passage quoted above is
from Max Beerbohm’s parody of G.K. Chesterton, “Some Damnable Errors About Christmas,” in A Christmas Garland (1912). As usual, Beerbohm reveals the
human truth at the heart of human ridiculousness. It’s time we all acknowledged
our inner fool. There’s really no living with us otherwise. A Beerbohm
forebear, Charles Lamb, puts it this way in “All Fools’ Day”:
“And take my word for
this, reader, and say a fool told it you, if you please, that he who hath not a
dram of folly in his mixture, hath pounds of much worse matter in his
composition.”
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