Had great fun in school with Mr. Lenihan, commonly known as Dickie. Whenever he makes a joke, and they are generally very poor, we all stand up and salaam for about 5 minutes. It flatters rather than annoys him. Stayed again for final hurley-practice. Went to Cathedral, and found Mr. Lee, one of Pappie’s choir-men, and one of Mammie’s stewards for concert – waiting for me, to take me up the tower. He showed me the bells, and how they are played, and then we went to the top. The view is glorious from there. It is up in the clouds, and you can see the greater part of Cork. During the summer I must bring up my camera and take some snaps. Mr. Lee is very nice, and will let me up any time. Saw Mammie’s critic [sic] in the ‘Echo’. It was rotten again, as could have been expected. This time, however, I think it is rather more stupidity than a direct attack. It is terrible that after such great and fine work, poor Mammie should not only have a hopeless critic, but may lose some pounds, as we made out this evening. – Got a present of a good hurley from Mr. Barry, who is in the Choral Society.
