Judge — April 30, 1898 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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MAKING THE BEST OF A BAD BARGAIN. My wife's father and mother insisted on my having this wheel bui st jut the two forward sets of pedals won't assist in running the machini ‘Sh! IN LOVE’S CHAIN. HE ON awheel. She on awheel. Both riding up the drive. He thinks aloud. “It is a lovely evening ; so much nicer to ride with company.” Both agree. That was how it started. Her neat little bicycle-suit fitted her to perfection, and the jauntiest of caps perched upon her little head, and was so be- coming he told her she should always wear it. She blushed and smiled. Eve after eve they would meet at the entrance of the park and take a delightful ride together. His heart lay at the little feet that worked the pedals round and round. He must win her hand to guide him through life for wheel or woe. When he Ls TAKING THE HEIGHT. “What are you doing now, Patrick ?” “Shure, yure mother towld me t’ see how high th’ ther- mometer was.” AA JUST LIKE A WOMAN. It would have been a very enjoyable coast had it not been for a— companion of his moonlight rides, always did wear a cap, for she was one of the maids. RAR LEAVEY. PARADISE INCOMPLETE, Teacher —Now, Johnny, why did Adam and Eve leave paradise? Weren't they satisfied with it?” Johnny—"No; they didn't have no wheel,” Don't say a word. My wife and I are going to occupy the two forward seats.” took her home those first evenings and she dismount- ed in front of her magnificent home he knew he would have difficulty in gaining his prize. Visions of a proud and stern parent arose be- fore him, but with love's confi- dence he felt he must win. Early that evening, before their usual meeting-hour, dressed in his best, he went to the loved one’s home. With a “‘faint-heart-never-won- fair-lady” expression he rang the bell. The face of his adored was the first he gazed upon. As dainty and jaunty a cap as the little bi- cycle-cap he had found so becom- ing set coquettishly upon her head. Shej the ideal of his dreams, the comicbooks.com