ight appear
somewhat selfish to deprive your neighbours of a gratuitous performance
which would be certain to amuse them. Nevertheless, be firm.

5. Get someone to hold you on. Engage a friend in an interesting
conversation while you mount your bicycle. Do you remember _Mr.
Winkle's_ dialogue with _Sam Weller_ when he attempted skating? You can
model your conversation on this idea. Friend will support you while you
ride and talk. Keep him at it. It will be excellent exercise for _him_,
physically and morally. Also economical for _you_; as, otherwise, you
would have to pay a runner.

6. Don't bike; trike.

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A NEW TERROR.--_Johnson._ Hullo, Thompson, you look peekish. What's
wrong?

_Thompson._ The vibration of motor-carring has got on my liver.

_Johnson._ I see, automobilious!

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ON THE BRIGHTON ROAD.--_Cyclist_ (_to owner of dog over which he has
nearly ridden_). Take your beast out of my way! What right has he here?

_Owner._ Well, he pays seven and sixpence a year for the privilege of
perambulation, and _you_ pay nothing!

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THE VERY OLDEST MOTOR-CAR.--The whirligig of time.

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Illustration:

"Hi! Whip behind!"

"Yah! 'E ain't got none!"

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Illustration: ADDING INSULT TO INJURY.--_Tramp Photographer._ "Now,
sir, just as you are for a shillin'!" [_And little Binks, who prides
himself upon his motor driving, is trying his best to get his wife to
promise not to tell anyone about the smash._]

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A QUESTION OF ETIQUETTE

Dear Mr. Punch,--Knowing you to be a past master in the art of courtesy,
I venture to submit the following hard case to your judgment. The other
morning, being a none too experienced cyclist, I ventured into the Park
on my "wheel" at an early hour, thinking to have a little practice
unobserved. Judge of my horror when, as I was wobbling along, I was
suddenly confronted by the Duchess of Xminster and her daughters, all
expert riders! Her Grace and the Ladies Wiseacre bowed to me in the most
affable way, but, afraid to leave go of the handles of my machine, I
could only NOD in return. And I have always been renowned for the
elegance with which I remove my _chapeau_! These noble ladies have since
cut me dead. I cannot blame them, but I venture t