Don Quixote. Wondrous machine! How would I like to mount it! Is it in likeness of a horse?
Mr. Punch. Say not the witlings and wiseacres that we are on the verge of a Horseless Age?
Don Quixote. They do. But, by the bones of my beloved Rosinante, the idea liketh me not. The horse is indeed a noble animal——
Mr. Punch. And will continue to be "useful to man," our current cyclo-and-auto-motormania notwithstanding. The cycle doubtless hath its utility, and even charm, though in certain of its characteristics it seems qualified to give mankind the hump!
Don Quixote. And womankind the wobbles!
Mr. Punch.
When lovely woman stoops to wheeling,
And finds too late that bikes betray,
Beauty, and grace, and finer feeling
She'll see the sex hath chucked away!