Word: irelander
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Enright is an authority on the building of cinder and board tracks, and he has been consulted by many athletic associations in this country. This summer he will travel to Ireland where he will advise on the construction of several tracks by the government...
...Newcastle, Ireland, 64 temperamental lady golfers gathered to play for the British championship. Agitation overcame the only U. S. entrant, Grace Amory of West Palm Beach, in her match against the French champion, Francine Tollon. On the 10th green she flopped on the ground, squeaked "oh my, how exhausting the tight matches are," lost on the 17th. Sheep-faced Diana Fishwick, who was champion in 1930, broke the course record in a qualifying round, got put out of the tournament by one Clarry Tiernan who, perturbed by her achievement, ran to hide in the dressing room. Before the final...
This honorary officership in the army of the Church Militant was 65 years in coming to Father Quirk. Born in Ireland 91 years ago, he fought in the U. S. Civil War, became a priest in 1870, is supposed to have twice renounced his rights to an earldom. Alert old Father Quirk has ministered for half a century to three mountain parishes 15 miles apart. Devoted to his collie "Shep," his blackened pipe, his comfortable Congress gaiters and his crushed black hat, he refused until last year to accept an automobile from his flock, preferring to ride from parish...
William Butler Yeats has never been crowned Laureate of Ireland, but he is more truly Ireland's Bard than Masefield is England's. When a Dubliner stops his chatter and raises his right hand as if to take an oath, his companions know that he is about to quote the words of William Butler Yeats. Nearing three score and ten (he will be 70 on June 13), Poet Yeats has written enough and well enough in his long life to satisfy most men. But few poets are willing to die before their time; though his Muse...
Dandered but not dashed, Yeats sought friendlier advice, found it, and decided to publish his verses and his play. Readers will be glad he did, but will find his prose comments more moving and less obscure. In them he complains, like all good Irishmen, of Ireland-thinks it a crying shame that the distinguished Irish Academy should have to meet in a hired room (five shillings a night), bewails the modern Irish spirit ("our upper class cares nothing for Ireland except as a place for sport . . . the rest of the population is drowned in religious and political fanaticism"), sees darker...