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H. A. T.--We can not give any puzzles not accompanied by full name and
address of the sender, as well as the answers.

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The following communication from a youthful reader in Washington, D. C.,
will be of interest to young bicyclists in other cities:

Here in the City of Magnificent Distances, where many of the
streets are 100 feet wide and the avenues 160, the speed of the
bicycle surpasses even that of the horse.

Many of the streets are "concrete," and a run over them is sure to
be attended with boundless pleasure, and often a race.

There are about thirty bicyclists in the city, twenty of whom have
formed a club. To see them, with their blue caps and leather
leggings, six abreast, coming down the Avenue with their arms
folded, causes many an equestrian to spur up his horse in vain.

Through the surrounding villages it is a common occurrence to see
eight or ten bicyclists pass, especially on public holidays.

Many riders have a small bell attached to the handle, which is rung
as an alarm to pedestrians, for the approach of the bicycle is as
devoid of noise as that of the tiger. In the evening a lantern also
is hung on the axle of the driving-wheel between the spokes, and
the noiseless and rapid approach of such a red light might suggest
to a stranger thoughts of the infernal regions.

In conclusion, I will say that bicycling is the most exhilarating
and invigorating pastime for boys ever yet discovered.

N. L. C.

THE CAT SHOW.

A THANKSGIVING EPISODE.

BY MRS. W. J. HAYS,
AUTHOR OF "THE PRINCESS IDLEWAYS."

"Yes, next month comes that old, everlasting Thanksgiving-day. I wonder
why we have to spend more than half of it at the dinner table!"

"Suppose we don't? Let us strike out on a new lead."

"What can we do? Grandmother's pumpkin pies must be eaten, and
grandfather's great turkey must be carved."

"Well, Charlie, I like originality."

"What is that, Sue?--anything in the candy shop?"

"You dreadful boy! You are just too--"

"Sweet for anything," put in Charlie.

Sue jumped up and tried to box his ears; but she chased him out into the
hall, and tripped over the mats, and away he went up the stairs, and
stood laughing at her as she gathered up her worsted-work.

"If _I_ were a gentleman," said Sue, in her haughtiest manner, "I woul