Pappie had terrible pain this morning, so much so that when Dr. Donovan cauterised his leg, he could bear that far more easily than the pain. When I came back from school, he said he was comparatively in heaven, as the pain was almost gone. Fräulein Engelmann came and read to him until 8 o’clock. To-night there is the broadcasting from the School of Music relayed from Dublin. There has been enough intriguing about this concert, and generally throughout the year, to make Tiberius blush. Miss Jackson, one of Mammie’s best pupils, was not allowed to play because she was not long enough (3 years) with Mammie. Miss O’Brien, of course, could not play on account of Allegiance Oath, ((Jane O’Brien was a close friend of the MacSwiney sisters, the Neesons and the Stockleys, all of whom sympathised with the Republican, anti-Treaty side in the civil war. She may have objected in principle to such a declaration of political loyalty being required.)) but Mr. Morrison and Miss N. O’Riordan, who are not pupils of the School at all, are singing. The choir of course has also been cancelled. Mammie and I went to Mangans’ to hear it. Miss Mary Hilser, M[ammie]’s only pupil on, played splendidly, but the rest were fairly bad. Heard Daventry in comparison hundred times better.
