TRICK CYCLING.
He sat upon the Beachville Pier, looking like a nreakwater when the tide is out. Tears dimmed his eyes, and mental anguish distorted his classic features. A sympathetic passer hailed him : 'Feeling chippy, old sport ?" He shook his head. "Well, what's the matter '."' continued the stranger, whose sympathy was bolstered up by curiosity. "Perhaps I can help you." The human bundle of misery ger nashed his teeth.. "Listen, and then leave me!" he muttered. "I've spent three solid weeks teaching a girl how to ride a cycle. I toiled in the sun with the patience of a thousand Jobs. I've worked like a whole nigger plantation. She weighed thinem stone, you know. And what is my reward? I've just been to the Beachville Va riety Theatre, and what do you think ?" "Saw her there with another chap, eh ?" hazarded the kindly stranger. "Worse!" answered the miserable one. "I saw her performing on the stage—as a trick cyclist !"
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King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 387, 16 August 1911, Page 2
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159TRICK CYCLING. King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 387, 16 August 1911, Page 2
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