Judge — August 24, 1929 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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IMIG Bicycle, Come Back to Me The decay of eyeling in Amer has me worried, The antic tion of owning a two-wheeler was one of the real thrills of m, boyhood, and when the dres became an actuality it seemed that from that day forward the greater part of my life would be spent pedaling. Taking stock of the situation, I find that very little of my time has actually been taken up with eyeli nd now that I have a real need for a conveyance of some kind, I hasten to plead the cause of this once popular mode of travel. You can be news- JU DGE yd (wi ayy Ae'® \ ~ Hy yf “i 2s paper editor and wear pajamas around the streets if you want to, but, for my part, culty, not of “doing things” but The bicyele will solve this knotty only meet the situation squarely Not only will this mode of trave I'll take a bieyele. We New Yorkers com- plain of — the traffic situation, the crowded and uncomfort- able subways, the expensive taxi fares, the snail-like cross- town cars, apartment houses inacces- sible to. offices, and the difh- of “going places.” problem if you'll and won't wince. 1 develop your muscles and whet your appetite, but it will also ¢ you nd from work with a maximum of com Personally, 1 would like to of the future a veritable velodra pedaling humanity en route to its tor invalids, — theatre-goers and old ladies; subways for out-of-towners, yes; but for progressive New York man- hood—a good old bike. Undignified? What's more pitiful, tell me, than a bunch of healthy, young bond sales- men or vice-presidents riding to work or lunch in a taxi- cab, when their 75e could just as well buy a new pair of handle-bar grips for their Iver-Johnson, or a pair of the Fifth Avenue pme, teeming with daily task. SNS AT Ho ~ fence ) Te! 9% Eceaed ) a, aol clips for their — bell-bottomed pants? (The only thing that beats that is the uncontrollable de sire of a perfectly healthy man to let a red-eap carry a’ small grip through the Grand Central Station.) Equip every office entrance with the once familiar bievele rack, so prevalent in merry Eng- land. Get rid of your expensive and utterly impractical automo- bile—the bane of all city-bound owners—and throw your right leg over a saddle in front of your apartment house every morning. Aid hw Dart in and out of traffic on your willing steed and, as you whiz Sev past George Gout, nestled back in his Rolls-Royce, hold your fingers fan-like at your nose and pedal like old Ned over the crest of Murray Hill. That's getting you some- it'll” snap you out of it on tom juicy mornings. . . . That'll pry you out of the lazy lap of luxury and, if you don’t: watch your balance, it'll toss you ‘way the hell-and-gone over the handle-bars in- to the excavation at the corner of 58th and 5th. The two cyclists you see on Fifth Avenue M.are Mac and me going to and from the office. It’s ¢ cinch, because Manhat- tan is as flat as a mack erel, with no hills to HIMATROC IY —FoLo SHIRTS speak of... . Would TOR TSF Wio Don'T you care to join us? High-Hatrocities The colored section of the New York Sunday World. . . . Polo shirts on those who don’t. ... The Evening Graphic’s. annexation of Walter Winchell’s | original styl . Sliced oranges at HE Big HEIL OF JUNIOR'S ADOLESOENGE — the Biltmore... . The cashier WAS ANTICIPATING A BICYCLE —— =f at the TROBAGLY 4 VERY WIGH GEARED we! doubted the Commodore who authenticity of icbooks.com