Boys in school to-day got hold of my diary, and were teasing me for about two hours, but they were decent enough to give it back to me then without reading it. Went to Markie, and accompanied him a bit out the country, he on horseback, I on bike. Then, having posted a lot of circulars to choir-members, went to Arthur. Aunt Elsa and he were both wild about the disgraceful comedy ‘No, no, Nanette’ ((No, No, Nanette: a musical comedy with music by Vincent Youmans based on a 1919 play by Frank Mandel, My Lady Friends. It was a huge success in Chicago in 1924, and then came to London. Wikipedia: ‘The farcical story involves three couples who find themselves together at a cottage in Atlantic City in the midst of a blackmail scheme, focusing on a young, fun-loving Manhattan heiress who naughtily runs off for a weekend, leaving her unhappy fiancé.’)) which played in Cork for two weeks to such crowded houses that no seats could be got. Shows the sweet and refined taste of Cork. Even the would-be ‘priests’ in Farranferris were delighted with it. If the priests had any backbone they should have banned it. – Pappie went to concert at the Opera House with William Primrose, violinist, and Luke Byrne, singer, and said it was really splendid, but of course house really empty. The poor artists must have lost about £60. Heard that Committee have put out Pappie’s choir from broadcasting concert. But it is going to be fought out this time. Only because Miss B[arker] is against choir because it is not financed by her. Absolute disgrace!
