Was scarcely able to stand this morning after yesterday. The last day! Must here give the names of my class, for we will not all be together ever again. First there is John Cottrell, alias Fannie, alias Bidebau, 6 ft 2, a really good-natured fellow, always generosity itself, and always ready with funny stories and remarkably good impersonations. Next Charlie O’Connor, alias Borax, alias Cha-boy, about the most intelligent and clear-sighted fellow I ever met with. If he worked he could do wonders. I and he were always disputing and he delighted in drawing me out. He is really handsome, Roman features, and has got invincible good-humour. Then there is Jack MacSwiney, Nancy or Suilin, a straightforward, hard-working fellow, and though I had a few tiffs with him, particularly about jazz and ‘No, No, Nanette’ I liked him immensely. Then John Spillane, Quilp, Birdie, a solid, good-natured humorous fellow, the image of Macduff, whom he impersonated in the play, except that Quilp is always happy. Next, John Coffee, more serious than the others but very witty, and extraordinary in mimicking when he wished. Bony was his nickname, and a really amiable quiet fellow. Next Finbar Desmond, Dede, Granpa, also good-natured though retiring. If ever I meet fellows again half as generous, as kindly, as jolly and as really good boys, I can be indeed happy.
