A man on the other side announces
that he has made a bicycle tire of the
stuff that printing press rollers are
composed of—a mixture o. glue, glycer
fn<. and molasses —and he threatens to
revolutionize wheeling with the inven
tion. He may revolutionize it if the
wheels will revolve. But suppose the
bicycle is left out in the bright sun on
a fresh asphalt pavement for an hour
or so w’hile the owner is in the road
house or somewhere. When the owner
comes out and finds that bicycle and
pavement are one and inseparable, he
will entertain different views. There
are advantages, though. For ex
ample. if a man should break down
somewhere in the desert —some of those
places in New Jersey, for Instance—
and find himself aloof from civilization,
be could eat his tires.
Chicago society—that is to say. the
cycling portion of it—has received an
unexpected and somewhat unnecessary
rebuke at the hands of its municipal au
thorities. Apparently the controversial
knickerbockers have so worked upon
the feelings of the City Fathers that
they have determined to put them out
of evidence altogether. To this end the
edict has gone forth that in future
all cyclists must adopt a costume "bag
gy” from the ankles up. and with the
jacket portion reaching high up to the
throat. The exposure of stockings on
the part of either men or women is
strictly forbidden, and an opportunity
is thus afforded to the artists of Chi
cago to devise some pretty effects for
male and female costumes out of the
“baggy” garment aforesaid. After all.
the frequenters at Battersea Park may
congratulate themselves that they are
not denizens of a “free” country, nor
under the sartorial supervision of a
hyper-sensative County Council.
