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Show Long Ride Before Him. A cyclist who stopped at a village inn boasted about his abilities as a rider to such an extent that the landlord land-lord ventured to make a wager with him. "Look here, mister" snld the Innkeeper, Inn-keeper, "you can't ride up and down this road till the church clock strikes six." "Done," said the cyclist. "It's just close on live now;" and the next minute min-ute he was speeding down the road. After about an hour's riding the cyclist shouted to one of the bystanders, by-standers, of whom many had assembled: assem-bled: "I say, has the church clock struck six yet?" "No, you Idiot," was the blunt reply. re-ply. "Our church clock never strikes at all." London Tit-Bits. |