"Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, pawing the pound and half of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, porksteaks he had been sent for, went along warm Wicklow street dawdling. It was too blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and ma and Mrs MacDowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and sipping sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney's. And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing." (U10.1121)
"After Wicklow lane the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner, stopped him." (U10.1130)
"He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props. From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently. Myler Keogh, Dublin's pet lamb, will meet sergeant major Bennett, the Portobello bruiser, for a purse of fifty sovereigns, God, that'd be a good pucking match to see. Myler Keogh, that's the chap sparring out to him with the green sash. Two bar entrance, soldiers half price. I could easy do a bunk on ma." (U10.1131)
"Master Dignam on his left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking up." (U10.1137)
"Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers." (U10.1141)
"One of them mots that do be in the packets of fags" (U10.1142)
'Mot' is Dublin slang for 'woman.' Packets of cigarettes (e.g. Ogden, Players) often included one card of a series (e.g. Leaders of Men, Cries of London, British Birds) in every pack. Ogden's had one of Queen Victoria.
"Stoer smokes" (U10.1143)
"that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out." (U10.1143)
"Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on. The best pucker going for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow would knock you into the middle of next week, man." (U10.1145)
The Police Gazette, reporting on a fight of Bob Fitzsimmons vs Jim Hall (1893): "The agility with which Fitzsimons will bound about the ring is wonderful. He will leap halfway across it at one spring, so that the average boxer never knows where or when to look for him, and with all his violent exertion he never appears to be tired."
"But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of him, dodging and all." ([U10.1147])
"In Grafton street" (U10.1150)
This PC shows Grafton street in 1903, decorated for the Royal Visit.
"Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff's mouth and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was telling him and grinning all the time
No Sandymount tram." (U10.1150)
"Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The blooming stud was too small for the buttonhole of the shirt, blooming end to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I'm not going tomorrow either, stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice I'm in mourning? Uncle Barney said he'd get it into the paper tonight. Then they'll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa's name." (U10.1154)
"His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a fly walking over it up to his eye. The scrunch that was when they were screwing the screws into the coffin: and the bumps when they were bringing it downstairs. Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling the men how to get it round the bend. A big coffin it was, and high and heavylooking. How was that?" (U10.1161)
"The last night pa was boosed he was standing on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see him again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be a good son to ma. I couldn't hear the other things he said but I saw his tongue and his teeth trying to say it better. Poor pa. That was Mr Dignam, my father. I hope he's in purgatory now because he went to confession to Father Conroy on Saturday night." (U10.1167)