... in an item from the Irish-American publication The Gael (1903).
"Dion Boucicault business with his harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet." (U8.601)
"Three Purty Maids from School. How time flies, eh? Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their drink against their breath. More power, Pat. Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. Take off that white hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere." (U8.602)
"The harp that once did starve us all." (U8.606)
"I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Twentyeight I was. She twentythree. When we left Lombard street west something changed. Could never like it again after Rudy. Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then." (U8.608)
"Would you? Are you not happy in your home, you poor little naughty boy?" (U8.612)
"Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library." (U8.613)
"Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses." (U8.614)
"Muslin prints, silk dames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the baking causeway." (U8.614)
This later PC still shows Grafton street as a busy shopping district. It remains so to this day.
"Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings. Hope the rain mucks them up on her. Country bred chawbacon. All the beef to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of plumb." (U8.616)
"He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood.The huguenots brought that here. Lacaus esant tara tara. Great chorus that. Taree tara. Must be washed in rainwater. Meyerbeer. Tara: bom bom bom." (U8.620)
An advertisement for Brown, Thomas & Co. in a tourist pamphlet from 1902. They were located at the corner of Grafton and Duke streets.
"Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains." (U8.625)
"He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today anyhow. Must go back for that lotion. For her birthday perhaps. Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Nearly three months off. Then she mightn't like it. Women won't pick up pins. Say it cuts lo." (U8.627)
"Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings.
Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all.
High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman, home and houses, silk webs, silver," (U8.631)
"rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Agendath Netaim. Wealth of the world." (U8.635)