Part 1 (2/2)

Who flies before the oily gust Wafted his way through whirling dust, And hopes the beastly thing will bust?

The pedestrian.

Who thinks that it is scarcely fair To have to pay for road repair While sudden death lies lurking there?

The ratepayer.

Who as the car goes whizzing past At such law-breaking stands aghast, (For forty miles an hour _is_ fast)?

The policeman.

Who hears the case with bland surprise, And over human frailty sighs, The while he reads between the lies?

The magistrate.

Ill.u.s.tration: FICKLE FORTUNE

”And only yesterday I was fined five pounds for driving at excessive speed!”

Ill.u.s.tration: IN DORSETs.h.i.+RE

_Fair Cyclist._ ”Is this the way to Wareham, please?”

_Native._ ”Yes, miss, yew seem to me to ha' got 'em on all right!”

SO UNSELFIs.h.!.+--”Oh yes, I gave my husband a motor-car on his birthday.”

”But I thought he didn't like motor-cars!”

”He doesn't. But I _do_!”

_Q._ Why is the lady bikist of an amorous disposition?

_A._ Because she is a sigh-cling creature.

Ill.u.s.tration: CROWDED OUT.--_Stage-struck Coster_ (_to his dark-coloured donkey_). ”Oth.e.l.lo, Oth.e.l.lo, _your_ occupation 'll soon be gone!”

HINTS FOR BIKING BEGINNERS

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