قراءة كتاب Mr. Punch Awheel: The Humours of Motoring and Cycling
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suppose you are one,' I says."
A motor-car, proceeding along the High Street the other evening, took fright, it is supposed, at a constable on point-to-point duty, and exploded, blowing the occupants in various directions over the adjoining buildings. The policeman is to be congratulated upon averting what might have been a serious accident.
A well-known motorist has been complaining of the campaign waged against motor-cars by humorous artists, who never seem to tire of depicting accidents. "One common and ludicrous error in many drawings," he said, "is the placing of the driver on the wrong side of the car." But surely, in an accident, that is just where he would find himself.
Sympathetic Lady. "I hope you had a good holiday, Miss Smith."
Overworked Dressmaker. "Oh yes, my lady. I took my machine with me, you know!"
S. L. "What a pity; you should give up needle and thread when you're out for a——"
O. D. "Oh, I don't mean my sewing machine! I refer to my bicycle!"
Scene—A remote district in the Wolds.
Driver of Motor-car (who has just pulled up in response to urgent summons from countrywoman). "Well, what's the matter? What is it?"
Countrywoman. "Hi, man, look! You've been an' left yer 'oss on the 'ill!"
THE CYCLING GOVERNESS
I no longer teach my classes
Their Shakespeare and the glasses,
And the uses of the globes, as was my custom;
But all they'll learn from me
Is to ride the iron gee—
All other lessons utterly disgust 'em!
The girls no more will meddle
With the painful piano-pedal,
They'll only touch the pedal of their "Humber";
Like their grannies, they begin
At an early age to "spin,"
But the road it is their spinning-wheels encumber.
So wheeling now my trade is,
And finishing young ladies
In the proper kind of bicycling deportment;
I'm nearly finished, too,
And battered black and blue,
For of falls I've had a pretty large assortment!
WOE ON THE WHEEL.
There was a "scorching" girl, who came down an awful purl,
And scarified her nose, and scarred her forehead.
She thought, when first she rode, biking very, very good,
But now she considers it horrid!
Winny (one mile an hour) to Annie (two miles an hour). "Scorcher!"
The Favourite of the Motor-Cars.—Petroleum.
In England, says a French writer, motoring is not considered a sport because it does not involve
