The Bearings, Vol 5, No 9
Articles in this issue
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An Irish racer who finishes last in his first race is cheerful because his number is twenty-six and the winner's is twenty-seven, making him technically next to the winner.
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Satirical verse contrasting the racing man's plea for 'half a chance' with the amateur's desire for whole and undivided opportunity.
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Whimsical musing that had Hamlet lived today, his exclamation 'ay, there's the rub' might have referred to muddy roads encountered on a bicycle.
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Wry exchange between two riders who have failed to place in four races, cheerfully deciding to miss a couple more clock prizes before going home.
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A rider who wins every race defends his monopoly: if he hadn't won, someone else would have, so what's the objection?
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A racer who needs to shed twenty pounds sees Lent as the ideal opportunity to simultaneously keep his religious observance and reach racing weight.
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Groan-worthy pun in which a crack racer is said to resemble two Polish emigrants at Castle Garden embracing, because he 'hugs the Pole so close.'
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An Irish wheelman riding home on a dark unknown road runs over a pig using the road as a bed, setting off a rural comic commotion.