The cleverest amateur journal the Table ever saw—and it has seen a great many—is Ye Jester. The last issue, a "Bicycle Number," is full of fun and pictures Here is one example:
His Definition.
"Say, Denny, phat do thim letters mane, 'L.A.W.', on thot bike-mon's coat?"
"'Long Av Wind,' ye ignoramus."
Here is another:
Mother Goose Up to Date.
| "Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?" |
| "Out on my bicycle taking a spin." |
| "Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what saw you there?" |
| "Some stones in the roadway—myself in the air!" |
In pictures there is, 1. A scorcher. 2. He meets a bull. 3. "But I didn't learn to break broncos for nothing"—and the bull is throwing the scorcher over its head and over a ravine, in fine style. 4. "Sorry I can't help you, Mr. Bull, over the ravine too. Good-day."
Another very clever picture is of a bicycle-dealer who painted his sign each side of a window. The sign aims to attract customers of course. It happened that when the dealer threw back his window shutters they covered all save a few letters on each outer edge of the sign. And they read,