The bicyclers, and three other farces . t—from what I can gather, learning to ride awheel isnt the most restful thing in theworld. Theres a good deal of lying downabout it; but it comes with too great sud-denness ; that is, so Charlie Cheeseboroughsays. He learned up at the Academy, andhe told me that he spent most of his timemaking dents in the floor with his head. Mrs. Perkins. Well, I heard Bradley learned there at the sametime he did, and she said he spent most ofhis time making dents in the floor with otherpeopJes heads. Why, really, he drove all theladies to wearing thos
The bicyclers, and three other farces . t—from what I can gather, learning to ride awheel isnt the most restful thing in theworld. Theres a good deal of lying downabout it; but it comes with too great sud-denness ; that is, so Charlie Cheeseboroughsays. He learned up at the Academy, andhe told me that he spent most of his timemaking dents in the floor with his head. Mrs. Perkins. Well, I heard Bradley learned there at the sametime he did, and she said he spent most ofhis time making dents in the floor with otherpeopJes heads. Why, really, he drove all theladies to wearing those odious Psyche time he ran into Emma, if she hadntworn her back hair that way shed have fract-ured her skull. Perkins. Ha, ha! They all tell the samestory. Barlow said he always wore a beaverhat while Cheeseborough was on the floor, so The Bicyclers 3 that if Charlie ran into him and he took aheader his brain wouldnt suffer. Afrs. Perkins. Nevertheless, Mr. Cheese-borough learned more quickly than any oneelse in the THOSE ODIOUS PSYCHE KNOTS Perkins. So Barlow said—because he wasnteternally in his own way, as he was in everyone elses, i^A ring is heard at tJie front door.)Ah ! I guess thats Bob and Jack. 4 The Bicyclers Enter Jennie. Jennie. Mr. Bradley, maam. Perkins. Bradley.^ Wonder what the deucehes come for } Hell guy the life out of me.{Enter Bradley. He wears a dmner coat.)Ah, Brad, old chap, how are you .^ Glad tosee you. Bradley. Good-evening, Mrs. Perkins. Thisyour eldest ? [ IVit/i a nod at Perkins. Mrs. Perkins. My eldest} Bradley. Yes—judged from his togs it wasyour boy. What! Can it be } You ! Thad-deus } Perkins. Thats who I am. Bradley. When did you go into short trou-sers } Perkins {with a feeble laugh, glaftcing athis clothes). Oh, these—ha, ha! Im takingup the bicycle. Even if it werent for the ex-hilaration of riding, its a luxury to wear theseclothes. Old flannel shirt, old coat, old pairof trousers shortened to the knee, and golf
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