June, 1926, Monday 14

The school seemed deserted to-day because all the lower classes, who have no exams, went home on Sat. Scannie seems in great humour. He told us at English an extraordinary story how a certain Detective MacNamara on Sat. asked leave from him to search the…

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June, 1926, Wednesday 16

This morning at history Connie Deacy, the holiest boy in the college, came over to me, and gave me 3 booklets about St. Aloysius, to whom he said he has a special devotion. I felt like a heathen, because I didn’t know anything about my…

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