Went up nervously to the University for Matric Maths. and took my seat amidst fellows who, if they be taken to represent the college type, don’t augur well for that. There are a few conceited snobs and a lot of ‘hardy boys’. The papers were not too stiff. I hope I got through.
Went to Jules Verne’s ‘Michael Strogoff’. Thought the film excellent if there hadn’t been so much love-story and melo-dramatism. The Tartars were fine, and with a mild bit of Oriental music one got a real whiff of the East.
Spent a pleasant and wet day at O’Shaughnessy’s historic old castle, that of Dripsey, was told weird stories of the Colthursts, an old Cromwellian family who have lived around there for 300 years. Deaths and apparitions and murders.
