April, 1926, Friday 30

Had a discussion to-day about Bernard Shaw’s play ‘St. Joan’ which is coming next week. Dr. Scannell told us several interesting things about it, amongst them that Shaw wrote some of his play while staying at Parknasilla and Glengariffe and that he got the Catholic…

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May, 1926, Monday 3

Had to help Pappie this morning, as he was worse again, and was nearly late for school. Dr. Scannell gave me a history of German literature for Pappie. He was delighted with it. Found on coming home that the sciatica was much worse, and the…

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May, 1926, Saturday 8

I hope that Fräulein Engelmann will get that position. In that case she would not leave after summer, as she intended, which would be a great boon to us all. – Had no German to-day, got home earlier, and found Pappie up, and very well…

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May, 1926, Sunday 9

12th Sunday of Holy Communion. Still thinking of St. Joan. The Bishop of Beauvais, Duke of Warwick and Charles VII were extraordinary. – P’s leg is almost better again but he had to take taxi to Cathedral again to-day. Fr. Engelmann does not know yet…

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May, 1926, Monday 10

Forgot to say that criticism of Mr. and Mrs. Neeson’s concert was not too bad, for a wonder. – Had a heated argument to-day in school about St. Joan. It is extraordinary. The virtuous young priests who thought ‘No, No, Nanette’ great, and who neither…

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May, 1926, Tuesday 25

Back to school again! But work has its attractions also. – When I was home last night, nobody was at home, as Mam was at ‘Fannie’s First Play’ by Bernard Shaw, which she said was very clever, and very common. She told me a killing…

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November, 1926, Friday 12

Dr. Scannell was rather sick to-day, yet he had his usual classes. – I could listen for hours to the fellows telling stories about the habits and ways of some of the fellows in the College. Some of them are really droll. – Mám was…

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November, 1926, Friday 19

Didn’t practise piano to-day, but went round to a dozen shops in town, handing window cards of Mám’s recital. It was excruciating. Saw that Bernard Shaw did not accept the Nobel Prize; he gave it as a fund for the translation of Swedish works into…

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