The census is at present being taken. I wonder what the result will show, that Ireland is going backwards or forwards. ‘Queen Margherita’ refused point blank to give her age so the Civic Guard when he calls will have a nice job in coaxing it out of her. I am trying to work hard at every thing, and am succeeding pretty well, as I must keep pace with the other fellows who are swotting as hard as they can for Matric. – Went to town after dinner and was measured for a suit. I wore the one I now have on fairly well, having got it 1½ years if not 2 years ago. Miss O’Brien came to play the Irish pieces she will broadcast soon for Mammie. They are really picturesque in the Irish way. Went to Choral Society practice and found Miss B. up to her tricks again. She told some of the members to go home as there would be no concert for them. In spite of it, however, there was a splendid attendance, and the ‘Loreley’ was sung. It was a pity that Pappie could not stick to it, but must go and do ‘Super fluminis Babylonae’ by Gounod.
