Great excitement in school, as our team entered for the Harty Cup, left at nine for Fermoy. Dr. Scannell and a few other priests went with the boys, so we had scarcely any class, and I did all my ex. At 2 o’clock there was a ring at the telephone and Fr. Murphy, having answered it, came back beaming. A few of us who had gathered around asked him about the result of the match, and at first he would tell us nothing, but at last told us Farran Ferris had won by 5 goals to two. With a whoop we dashed down-stairs and spread the news. I hope it is true. Will know to-morrow. When I came home, I did a good deal of piano, as I had no ex. I am doing at present Clementi’s third study, the Allegro of one of Mozart’s Sonatas, and Mendelssohn’s first Prelude. I am beginning to love even the practising now. Mended a puncture in my bike, and afterwards read and did stamps till bed. Got a killing [i.e. amusing] letter from Julia. She is evidently in great form in London.
