Gems of Verse.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 100, 10 September 1901, Page 3

Gems of Verse.

The constant drop of water Wears away the hardest stone ; The constant gnaw of Towcer Masticates the toughest bone; The constant cooing lover Carries off theb lushing utaid, And the constant advertiser Is the one who gets the trade THE BICYCLE GIRL. Oh, the Bicycle Girl in the picture Which the catalogue cover aderns, Is a jimp little girl, with her fringe in curl, > Who the feminine petticoat scorns. In her smart little " knicks" she undoubtedly licks Creation, and renders lb tame I But the girls one meets in the dnity streets, Well, they're somehow never the same. Oh, the Bicycle Girl in the picture Never meets with the least mishap, Nor oontrives to lose any nuts and screws, Nor fo travel clean ont. of her map. But the girl who bikes—well, she sometimes likes - ■ To break down in a long day's run ; And when somebody nice gives his aid and advice. Then the Bioyole Girl scores one.

Oh, the Bioyole Girl in the pioture Is as bright as the dawn in June, And as clear and cool aa a bathe in a pool By the light of the silver moon. And her colour la fast as ahe pedals past With her lips curled up for a kis«. But the •' bicycle face " of the girls who

race, Well—it never look* quite like this.

Oh, the Bicyola Girl in the picture^ Ie always remarkably neat, Acd small sized " twos " are the " tooth pick " shows On her smart little brown-shod feet. And her gloves snow white are as t im and tight • As a bride's, and as spiek and sr n» While the girls who bike, well—ho?'re something like, Bat they dress on a different j U .