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...before any of the usual seasonal signs appear: the nut stores of squirrels, or woollybear caterpillars (TIME, Nov. 8). Mr. Weatherwise just hauls off and predicts.* How in tophet does he do it? This week, in the New York Times Magazine, Almanac Publisher Robb Sagendorph, who does business in Dublin, N.H., stuck his Yankee tongue in his cheek and drawled a few clues...
When the great day came Princess Elizabeth, expecting her child in mid-November, stayed behind at Buckingham Palace. She was looking out of a window when the Irish State Coach (built for Queen Victoria's visit to Dublin) left the palace gate. Londoners packed along the procession route stopped blowing their noses and forgot the biting October wind. A rustling murmur went up: "Here they come...
...contractor's saw was once too small to fit its girth)-in Parnell's old garden at Avondale at Wicklow. But in the rest of Eire, trees are grown on only 1.6% of the land. Eire is, indeed, the most treeless country of Europe. Why? To a Dublin meeting of a dendrologists' organization called Men of the Trees, Lord Dunsany sent a caustic reason. "I never knew an Irishman," he wrote, "having access to a platform who could not make an admirable speech in favor of trees, or any having access...
Last week, Angus MacMillan had more than his neighbors to listen to him. His fame had spread to Dublin, and the Irish Folklore Commission, which pursues Gaelic wherever it may lead, had sent a man with a Dictaphone to take down what he said. Working at night after his chores are done, Angus has finished about 700 recordings, and still has 700 more to do. The commission expects to have enough stories to fill 20 volumes, may some day translate them into English...
...publishers read Dublin-born Anne Crone's first novel and turned it down cold. Then an idea came to Miss Crone, 32, an Oxford graduate, and a teacher of languages in an Irish girls' school. She would send her manuscript to an old patron of Irish letters, Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron Dunsany. The Irish storyteller and playwright liked it so much that he volunteered to write an introduction, in which he calls Bridie Steen "one of the great novels of our time, not quite to be forgotten in a hundred years." With his handsome assist...