The Wheel and cycling trade review . Board and race meet promoters, and someof these rulings, it must be conceded, havebeen pretty severe when compared with theoffences committed. If the present constitution of the L. A. professionals from membership on theassumption that the amateur racing men area more desirable class of members, the soonera change is made the better, for so long as theformer conduct themselves as they have con-ducted themselves this year they are, to themind of the average observer, very muchmore to be desired than those men who, whileclaiming to be amateurs riding f
The Wheel and cycling trade review . Board and race meet promoters, and someof these rulings, it must be conceded, havebeen pretty severe when compared with theoffences committed. If the present constitution of the L. A. professionals from membership on theassumption that the amateur racing men area more desirable class of members, the soonera change is made the better, for so long as theformer conduct themselves as they have con-ducted themselves this year they are, to themind of the average observer, very muchmore to be desired than those men who, whileclaiming to be amateurs riding for sport, arebeing subsidized. HERE IS A FIRST-ELIGHTER. Since Charles W. Krick first showed whatwas in him by unexpectedly winning one ofthe time prizes in the Irvington-Millburnroad races, he has added greatly to his fameand to his trophies, but he still remains thesame quiet, unassuming fellow, totally devoidof the air of importance and the brag andbluster which characterize so many of thosewho make a few killings on the path. *. Charles W. he works Krick tends the toll-gateon the Lebanon Turnpike at Sinking Springs,a suburb of Reading, Penn. On play dayhe takes his wheel to the track, and this sea-son has won thirty-seven firsts, seven secondsand seven thirds, and the fact that he re-cently won a mile handicap from demonstrates that his victories have notbeen flukes. They tell an interesting story • regardinghis toll-gate custodianship. It seems that ona certain day two smart but misguidedyouths gayly pedaled by the Sinking Springsmulcting station. On being asked for theusual fee demanded for using the road, they,as a Bowery boy would put it, gave him themerry ha-ha. Not content with this, oneof them turned in his saddle, put his thumbto his nose and wabbled the remaining fourfingers in a decidedly undignified was too much. It took but a minutefor Pennsylvanias State champion to grabhis wheel. Never in his experience as scratchman in
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