EXCELSIOR.

Free Lance, 30 March 1901, Page 15

EXCELSIOR.

The shades ot night were falling fast As towards Island Bay there passed A youth who scorched by tram and 'bus, But, though they tried to stop the cuss, He scorched the more. His brow was sad and clenched his teeth, Like mad things whirled his feet beneath, And ceaselessly Ins bell he rung, While to his handle-bar he clung, Half doubled o'er. "Try not the hill," the old man said, "The clouds are gathering thick o'erhead." The scorcher never reined Ids steed, But reparteed at lightning speed, As by he tore. "Oh I stay," the bobby cried, "and rest, And be Dick Seddon's honoured guest." The scorcher grinned as he flashed by, And only winked the other eye, Though saddle sore. • • • There m the twilight cold and grey On his bike's mangled parts he lay. And a well-known local biking card On his tomb wrote, not to be hard, "He'll scorch no more!" Messrs. Beriy and Co.'s> new photographic studios aie second to none in the colony. The building has been specially designed so as to provide eveiy facility for producing high-class portraiture by modern methods. An unusual feature is the providing of two large, well-lighted galleries. There are also commodious work-rooms and ele-gantly-furnished and decorated suites of waiting and dressing rooms.