A NEW IDEA.
I wish I had a rubber tire
So big that it would be
An easy thing to ride a wheel
Across the raging sea.
I'd love to climb a breaker high,
To coast along a swell,
And skirt along a ripple, and
To wear a diving-bell,
So that if I a header took,
No harm would come of it!
Come, makers of ye bicycles,
Here's chance to show your wit.
Jack. "I've got the bicycle fever awfully."
Jimmie. "Well, I know a splendid cure for it."
Jack. "What is it?"
Jimmie (sadly, looking out of the window). "Snow."
"Oh dear!" sighed Billy, impatiently, gazing out at the snow-storm; "I told mamma she bought my bicycle suit too soon. It will be all worn out coasting before the bicycle weather gets here."
"Isn't it fun?" cried Jack. "You can go twice as fast on a bicycle as you can without one."
"Oh, I don't know about that," replied Wallie. "The day I took my header I beat my wheel down the hill by ten feet."
A SCORCHER.