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...Better a Dev You Know. . ." In a sense, you might say, it was a private fight between young (43), clever, soft-spoken Sean MacBride, whose Clann na Poblachta (Republican Party) had successfully challenged the government in last fall's by-elections (TIME, Dec. 1), and old Dev himself. Young Sean, whose early life had been spent in the outlawed Irish Republican Army and whose father had been executed by the British, disavowed any trace of anti-Britishism, but he was vaguely against Dev's policy of keeping Eire in the British pound sterling zone...
...body of his parent to the altar of the sun. By last week Maud Gonne MacBride was 81, bedridden in a rambling old-world mansion outside of Dublin. The De Valera government, for which and against which she had fought so bitterly, had grown complacent and tired. For years Dev's party, the Fianna Fail, had known no effective opposition, but last month Ireland's Joan of Arc was helped from her bed to go to the polls and vote in a national by-election...
...Clann na Poblachta (Republican Party), founded only a year ago, had dared to challenge Dev's Fianna Fail. In Dublin, Waterford and Tipperary Counties, Clann candidates cut heavily into the Fianna's 1944 majorities. "The political tide, if it has not yet turned," said the Irish Times, "most assuredly is turning...
...leader of the new party that thus threatened old Dev? He was a tall, dapper, 43-year-old lawyer who had spent his life in the Republican movement, bombing British armored cars while still a boy, commanding a brigade of the Irish Republican Army while still in his teens. A guerrilla, journalist and orator, he had been in jail often, studied law on the side. In 1937, still wanted by the police, he had succeeded in sitting for his law examinations at Dublin's University College and taking a degree with honors before making his getaway. He was Maud...
...Everybody who has a bit of ground in which he can sow wheat must do it," clarioned Dev. But Eire's farmers knew that, with all the good intentions in the world, they could do nothing until the rains stopped and the drying winds began to blow. "We didn't need Patrick Smith to tell us we depended on God," they said...