"The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it. " (U12.919)
"His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly enhanced his already international reputation," (U12.922)
An advertisement for Caruso's records (LHJ, June 1904).
An advertisement for Caruso's records (LHJ, June 1904).
"was vociferously applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and the other learned professions. The proceedings then terminated." (U12.923)
"Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. William Delany, S.J., L.L.D.; the rt rev. Gerald Molloy, D.D.; the rev. P.J. Kavanagh, C.S.Sp.;" (U12.928)
C.S.Sp. stands for Congregatio Sancti Spiritus = the Congregation of the Holy Spirit, aka Spiritans. It was founded in Paris by Claude-François Poullart des Places (1703). The purpose of the congregation was to minister to the poor, and to provide chaplains in hospitals, prisons, and schools. It quickly grew a missionary role. The Spiritans came to Ireland in 1859 and focused on education. They founded Blackrock College (1860), Rockwell College in Cashel (1864), and St Mary's College in Rathmines (1890). The back of this Dublin CDV identifies Rev. P. Kavanagh - the same one?
C.S.Sp. stands for Congregatio Sancti Spiritus = the Congregation of the Holy Spirit, aka Spiritans. It was founded in Paris by Claude-François Poullart des Places (1703). The purpose of the congregation was to minister to the poor, and to provide chaplains in hospitals, prisons, and schools. It quickly grew a missionary role. The Spiritans came to Ireland in 1859 and focused on education. They founded Blackrock College (1860), Rockwell College in Cashel (1864), and St Mary's College in Rathmines (1890). The back of this Dublin CDV identifies Rev. P. Kavanagh - the same one?
"the rev. T. Waters, C.C.; the rev. John M. Ivers, P.P.; the rev. P.J. Cleary, O.S.F.; the rev. L.J. Hickey, O.P.; the very rev. Fr. Nicholas, O.S.F.C.; the very rev. B. Gorman, O.D.C.; the rev. T. Maher, S.J.; the very rev. James Murphy, S.J.; the rev. John Lavery, V.F.; the very rev. William Doherty, D.D.; the rev. Peter Fagan, O.M.; the rev. T. Brangan, O.S.A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C.C.; the rev. M.A. Hackett, C.C.; the rev. W. Hurley, C.C.; the rt rev. Mgr M'Manus, V.G.; the rev. B.R. Slattery, O.M.I.; the very rev. M.D. Scally, P.P.; the rev. F.T. Purcell, O.P.; the very rev. Timothy canon Gorman, P.P.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C.C. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc." (U12.929)
"- Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?
- No, says Joe.
- I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.
- Who? Blazes? says Joe." (U12.939)
- No, says Joe.
- I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.
- Who? Blazes? says Joe." (U12.939)
"And says Bloom:
- What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training of the eye." (U12.944)
- What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training of the eye." (U12.944)
' Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time.
- We know him, says the citizen. The traitor's son. We know what put English gold in his pocket.
- rue for you, says Joe.
And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood, asking Alf:
- Now, don't you think, Bergan?
- Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping." (U12.949)
- We know him, says the citizen. The traitor's son. We know what put English gold in his pocket.
- rue for you, says Joe.
And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood, asking Alf:
- Now, don't you think, Bergan?
- Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping." (U12.949)
"God, he gave him one last puck in the wind. Queensberry rules and all, made him puke what he never ate." (U12.957)
The Queensberry rules are a code of popular boxing rules, written by John Graham Chambers in 1865, and published in 1867. They were so named because the 9th Marquess of Queensberry publicly endorsed them. They include: 1. the size of the boxing ring 24-foot, or as near that size as practicable, 2. No wrestling or hugging allowed, 3. the rounds to be of 3 minutes duration, and 1 minute between rounds, 4. if either man falls through weakness or otherwise, he must get up unassisted, 10 seconds allowed him to do so etc. Though modified over time, the rules have paved the way for modern boxing.
"It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions. The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one. The men came to handigrips. Myler quickly became busy and got his man under, the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler punishing him." (U12.960)
"The Englishman, whose right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and, when the bell went, came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime. It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it." (U12.974)
"The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch. After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat. It was a knockout clean and clever. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight." (U12.977)
"—He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the north.
— He is, says Joe. Isn't he?
— Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That's quite true. Yes, a kind of summer tour, you see. Just a holiday.
— Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? says Joe.
— My wife? says Bloom. She's singing, yes. I think it will be a success too. He's an excellent man to organise. Excellent.
Hoho begob says I to myself says I. That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest. Blazes doing the tootle on the flute. Concert tour." (U12.988)
— He is, says Joe. Isn't he?
— Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That's quite true. Yes, a kind of summer tour, you see. Just a holiday.
— Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? says Joe.
— My wife? says Bloom. She's singing, yes. I think it will be a success too. He's an excellent man to organise. Excellent.
Hoho begob says I to myself says I. That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest. Blazes doing the tootle on the flute. Concert tour." (U12.988)
"Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers. Old Whatwhat. I called about the poor and water rate, Mr Boylan. You what? The water rate, Mr Boylan. You whatwhat? That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. 'Twixt me and you Caddereesh." (U12.998)
"Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed." (U12.1003)