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— Gordon, Barnfield Crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea, the wife of William T. Redmayne, of a son. How's that, eh? Wright and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham Road, Stockwell, Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, Dean of Worcester, eh? Deaths. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow...
these are real items from that day's paper but the Citizen is omitting the Irish items
— I know that fellow, says Joe, from bitter experience.
— Cockburn. Dimsey, wife of Davie Dimsey, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning Street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen. How's that for a national press, eh, my brown son? How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?
my brown son
William Martin Murphy [wiki]
— Ah, well, says Joe, handing round the boose. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. Drink that, citizen.
— I will, says he, honourable person.
— Health, Joe, says I. And all down the form.
Ah! Owl! Don't be talking! I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.
And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely youth, and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law, and with him his lady wife, a dame of peerless lineage, fairest of her race.
fdv: "Lo, as they spoke, a godlike youth came in running on swift feet, radiant as the eye of heaven, a laughing youth. And lo there passed behind him an elder of noble mien and visage, bearing the scrolls of law, and with him his lady wife, a comely dame of beauteous lineage, the fairest of her race."
Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing, and who was sitting up there in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk, blind to the world, only Bob Doran. I didn't know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the door. And begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bath slippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a poodle. I thought Alf would split.
fdv: "Little Alf Bergan popped in and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up laughing. He made signs to ----- pointing out. And what was it but that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bath slippers and two bloody big lawbooks tucked under his oxter and the wife, unfortunate wretched creature, trotting after him like a poodle." [1st appearance of Nameless narrator]
— Look at him, says he. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with u.p.: up on it to take a li...
And he doubled up.
— Take a what? says I.
— Libel action, says he, for ten thousand pounds.
a million bucks today
— O hell! says I.
fdv: " I thought Alf Bergan'd split.
-- Look at him, he said. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.P: up on it. To take a libe...
He squirmed laughing.
-- To take a what?
-- A libel action for 10,000 pounds.
-- O, Christ!"
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