igible infant that may cross his path.

Then the Lady in Bloomers. She is a great reforming agent. She looks so
unsightly, that if all her sisters were dressed like her flirtation
would die out of the land and there would be no more cakes and ale.

Think also of all the virtues called into active exercise by one simple
puncture: Patience, while you spend an hour by the wayside five miles
from anywhere; Self-control, when "swears, idle swears, you know not
what they mean, swears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the
heart and gather to the lips," as Tennyson has so sympathetically put
it; Fortitude, when you have to shoulder or push the Moral Agent home;
and a lot of other copy-book qualities.

Lastly, the adventurer who proceeds without a light within curfew hours,
the sportsman who steals a march on the side-walk, and the novice who
tries a fall with the first omnibus encountered--are all bright
instances of British independence, and witnesses to _Truth_.

Truly, the bike is an excellent substitute for the treadmill and the
reformatory!

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Illustration: "AS OTHERS SEE US."--

_Obliging Motorist._ "Shall I stop the engine?"

_Groom._ "Never mind that, sir. But if you gents wouldn't mind just
gettin' out and 'idin' behind the car for a minute,--the 'orses think
it's a menagery comin'."

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Illustration: THE MILTONIC CYCLIST

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WAKE UP, ENGLAND!

["British lady motor-drivers," says _Motoring Illustrated_, "must look
to their laurels. Miss Rosamund Dixey, of Boston, U.S.A., invariably has
her sweet, pet, fat, white pig sitting up beside her in the front of her
motor car."]

We are losing our great reputation
Our women are not up-to-date;
For a younger, more go-a-head nation
Has beaten us badly of late;
Is there nowhere some fair Englishwoman
Who'd think it not too _infra dig._
To be seen with (and treat it as human)
A sweet--pet--fat--white--pig?

There is no need to copy our Cousins,
A visit or two to the Zoo
Will convince you there must be some dozens
Of animal pets that would do,
With a "grizzly" perched up in your motor,
Just think how the people would stare,
Saying, "Is that a man in a coat or
A big--grey--tame--he--bear?"

Think how _chic_ it would look in the paper
(_Society's Doings_, we'll say),
"Mrs. S