Word: dubliners
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Easter Monday 33 years ago a pale, impassioned schoolmaster named Patrick Pearse marched out of the door of Dublin's General Post Office, hauled a flag of green, white and orange to the peak of the flagpole and in a ringing voice hurled a challenge at his British overlords: "Supported by her exiled children in America and by gallant allies in Europe ... Ireland strikes in full confidence of victory . . . We hereby proclaim the Irish Republic as a Sovereign Independent State...
...Letters. Much the same class-conscious humiliation caused Shaw to leave his clerk's stool in a Dublin office and seek his fortune as a literary man-for "you cannot be imposed upon by baronets ... if you belong to the republic of art." He is sure that men of letters have been made this way, time & again. "Think of . . . the boy Dickens [working] in the blacking warehouse, and his undying resentment of his mother's wanting him to stay there. Think of Trollope, at an upper-class school with holes in his trousers, because his father could...
...year: 1857; the place: Dublin's Synge Street. Mrs. Lucinda Shaw has gone off on a visit to County Galway, leaving her one-year-old son George Bernard (known as "Bob") in care of his father, George Carr Shaw, co-partner in the respectable grain firm of Clibborn & Shaw. Naturally, mother Shaw wants to know exactly what catastrophes are taking place in her absence, so dutiful father Shaw picks up his pen and briefs...
...twelve he was taken away from the genteel and "very private" school in the Irish countryside, where he was loafing happily, and enrolled in Dublin's cheaper Central Model Boys' School, whose students were largely Catholic sons of "petty shopkeepers." Overnight, Shaw, who had been baptized in the Protestant Episcopal Church of Ireland, became "a boy with whom no Protestant young gentleman would speak or play," and he burned with "a shame which was more or less a psychosis...
...people inside his picture frames looked desperate on the whole, not ecstatic, but people on the outside looking in were generally pleased as Punch. Middleton's exhibition in a Dublin gallery last week sold fast, and moved critics to unaccustomed cheers. Ireland's No. 1 painter, crusty old Jack B. Yeats (brother of the late great Poet William Butler), spent a morning at the show, at last gave his judgment: "It takes 40 years to learn to handle paint like that." Middleton was just...