The New Orleans Bicycle Club long ago wheeled into line as one of the crack clubs of gallant young men who will do all they can to encourage a manly sport and keep at it in a manly way. There are some old fat-heads who pretend to think it silly work riding a wheel because they do not ride themselves, and so they prate about bow legs and crook-spines with assinine ignorance of the wholesomeness and healthfulness, as well as pleasure, that a vigorous young fellow gets out of his wheel as he spins through the dew and delicious atmosphere of 5 o’clock of a June morning.