Word: irelands
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Atlantic flights, caused so little stir in the U. S. that it might just as well have been secret. New York City's whitewings had just cleaned up 1,900 tons of paper thrown into the streets in honor of an Irishman who had managed to hit Ireland. The clocklike navigation of the Brandenburg's, crew, in contrast, was feebly cheered by only 2,000 people...
...down the legends of his past, I Follow Saint Patrick is, for him, a strangely subdued and pious piece of writing. Of Gogarty the "wit, poet, mocker, enthusiast" and original of bawdy Buck Mulligan in Joyce's Ulysses, the poet is about all that remains. As hagiographer of Ireland's patron saint, Gogarty writes as one on holy ground, and it has taken most of the Elizabethan starch...
...Ireland without St. Patrick is unthinkable," declares Gogarty. "Every person in our island shares something of the personality of that steadfast and enduring man. . . ." But this is only Gogarty's briefly stated conclusion. The main content of his tribute to the great Irish epic is an account of his pilgrimage in the legendary footsteps of the Saint. He investigated a half-dozen birthplaces, made a pilgrimage up St. Patrick's mountain in Connemara, flew over Ulster in a plane piloted by his good friend, the Marquess of Londonderry, leafed through all the ancient and modern biographies...
Patrick altogether-as when he recalls the remark of a Dublin professor ("And the worst of it is that trumpery diseases which we never knew we had lift their heads and obtrude themselves the moment you go on the water-wagon"); when he praises the Irish language ("Ireland is either a Land of Song or a Land of Slugs with a trend to become a Land of Shylocks. Let Song save it . . .") ; when, making his devout way up St. Patrick's mountain, he forgets St. Patrick to muse on the beauty of the human foot (of the barefoot girl...
...chief. Despite the loss of his left arm in the War, Professor Ogilvie drives an automobile, flies a plane, plays a fair golf game. He has never broadcast, but the twelve-year-old eldest of his three sons recently wrote a play which was aired on a Northern Ireland children's program. BBC knows him as the man who persuaded it to broadcast pop concerts for his Belfast students during lunch time. But Director-General Ogilvie comes to BBC at a time when there is talk of spending ?1,000,000 to double Broadcasting House facilities, when the daring...