o find theirselves sooperseeded by a hugly vheel and a
pennorth o' peteroleum, &c.!"

"Hold on, old Nobs!" cried the son, with frank filial sympathy. "Think
of the guv'nor, father, and vait for the first stoppage. Never again
vith the Muggleton Motor! Vhy, it vorse than a hortomatic vheelbarrow,
ain't it, Mr. Pickwick?"

"Ah, Sammy," assented Mr. Weller, Senior, hugging his whip,
affectionately. "Vorse even than vidders, Sammy, the red-nosed shepherd,
or the Mulberry One hisself!"

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A bear in a motor-car attracted much attention in the City last week. It
had four legs this time.

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The _Motor Car_ declares, on high medical authority, that motoring is a
cure for insanity. We would therefore recommend several motorists we
know to persevere.

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Illustration: GENTLE SATIRE--"I say, Bill, look 'ere! 'Ere's a old cove
out record-breaking!"

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Illustration: MOTOR MANIA.--

_The Poet_ (_deprecatingly_). "They say she gives more attention to her
motor-cars than to her children."

_The Butterfly._ "Of course. How absurd you are! Motor-cars require more
attention than children."

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Illustration: SOUR GRAPES

_First Scorcher._ "Call _that_ exercise?"

_Second Scorcher._ "No. _I_ call it sitting in a draught!"

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Illustration: NOT TO BE CAUGHT.--

_Motorist_ (_whose motor has thrown elderly villager into horse-pond_).
"Come along, my man, I'll take you home to get dry."

_Elderly Villager._ "No, yer don't. I've got yer number, and 'ere I
stays till a hindependent witness comes along!"

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Illustration: _Pedestrian._ "I hear Brown has taken to cycling, and is
very enthusiastic about it!"

_Cyclist._ "Enthusiastic! Not a bit of it. Why, he never rides before
breakfast!"

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Illustration: GROTESQUERIES

_Words wanted to express feelings_

When your motor refuses to move, twenty miles from the nearest town.

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Illustration: SO INCONSIDERATE

"Jove! Might have killed us! I must have a wire screen fixed up."

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BROWNING ON THE ROAD.

Round the bend of a sudden came Z 1 3,
And I shot into his fron