Living London; its work and its play, its humour and and its pathos, its sights and its scenes; . ailing for a minute and inspect the paradeof rank and fashion. Ladies of title — menare scarce of a morning—seem to rule theroad. The cycles here are very different fromthose in the work-a-da\ world. Glisteningin the sun, not a speck of dust is visible onany one of them. They are the leisuredsteeds of fortunes favourites, as well studiedand admired—for the time being—as theirowners horses of flesh and blood. ing. Dodging in and out (if the mass ofcabs and carts she is once again on thewrong side.
Living London; its work and its play, its humour and and its pathos, its sights and its scenes; . ailing for a minute and inspect the paradeof rank and fashion. Ladies of title — menare scarce of a morning—seem to rule theroad. The cycles here are very different fromthose in the work-a-da\ world. Glisteningin the sun, not a speck of dust is visible onany one of them. They are the leisuredsteeds of fortunes favourites, as well studiedand admired—for the time being—as theirowners horses of flesh and blood. ing. Dodging in and out (if the mass ofcabs and carts she is once again on thewrong side. A constable, ever watchfulfor beauty in distress, lifts a hand in ad-monition, but he might as well talk to theman in the moon for all the heed that will bepaid to his warning. Our Amazon is asreckless as that sturdy fellow with the bundleof evening papers on his back who ismanceuvring his bicycle across PiccadillyCircus. He has come from Fleet Streetin quick time, serving street vendors on his way without dismounting. Turn where we will in this vast London there is some kind of C)cle. START FOR THK CKNTURY CU1> (HKRNK HILL). Come now to Piccadilly and thence toHolborn, the cyclists Mecca. Experiencedcabmen are not entirely free from ner-vousness when steering their vehiclesthrough the lab\rinth of traffic, but thecyclist has no qualms whatev^er. Followthat \oung Amazon with the auburn hairand nicely - fitting costume. She is onthe wrong side of the road, and a mineralwater cart is sweeping madly down theincline, but she is totally unconscious ofthe danger that faces her. Just when wethinlv there \\-ill be a frightful accidentshe calmly crosses to the left, shaving thehorses heads. Her sangfroid is astound- in sight. En rojite to Holborn we encounterseven tradesmens tricycles, each one incharge of a boy. The weight of thesecontrivances is considerable, yet little legspropel them from morn till night. In Holborn a study of the humanemotions is presented. The frock - c
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