"Have you got a brake on your bicycle?"
"Yes; two of 'em. That's why I'm not riding it. One break's on the sprocket, and the other's on one of the spokes of the fore-wheel."
"Let me ride your wheel, will you, Bobbie?" asked Ethel.
"No, indeed," replied Bobbie. "You're a lady, Ethel, and my bittycle hasn't got a side-saddle on it."
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."