Second-last day of term. For the second time, I was in the study-hall for Fr. Deasy’s class. Though apparently cross and morose, he is a great sport, and is very popular amongst the boys. His favourite themes are plus-fours, Russian boots, lap-dogs and Sinn Féin. He delivers long lectures on these every week for the boys, and, though three class-rooms away, we can hear him roaring, as usual, about the ‘Johnnies’ with the minus-fours and the woman-dragoons. – Had a talk after dinner with Father Pat and Mammie as to what I am going to become. It is a terrible question, as I am torn between a musician or a professor of language and history. Went to Joe Mangan’s home at 6 to hear their new wireless, five valves. We heard a first-class concert from Birmingham: Schubert’s ‘Marche Militaire’, Brahms ‘Two Hungarian Dances’ Nicolai’s Overture to the ‘Merry Wives of Windsor’, Beethoven’s Symphony Opus V and Schubert’s ‘Unfinished Symphony’. It was good.
