"Wanted live man for spirit counter. Resp girl (R.C.) wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop. James Carlisle made that." (U8.335)
The sign above Jameson at No. 87 advertises 'Daily Express Servants Registry'.
"Six and a half per cent dividend. Made a big deal on Coates's shares." (U8.337)
"Ca'canny. Cunning old Scotch hunks. All the today news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the Irish Field now. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement and rode out with the Ward Union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath." (U8.338)
"Uneatable fox. Pothunters too. Fear injects juices make it tender enough for them." (U8.342)
"Riding astride. Sit her horse like a man. Weightcarrying huntress. No sidesaddle or pillion for her," (U8.343)
In contrast to Lady Mountcashel, Queen Victoria has her portrait done riding a sidesaddle. The sidesaddle was designed for women, as it was considered unladylike to straddle a horse whilst riding.
"First to the meet and in at the death." (U8.344)
"Strong as a brood mare some of those horsey women. Swagger around livery stables. Toss off a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife." (U8.345)
This PC (1906) shows a strong horsey Jockey, #13 in a series from France titled 'Women of the Future.'
"That one at the Grosvenor this morning. Up with her on the car: wishswish. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of spite. Who is this she was like? O yes!" (U8.347)
"Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel. Divorced Spanish American. Didn't take a feather out of her my handling them. As if I was her clotheshorse." (U8.349)
The Shelbourne is one of Ireland's most elegant hotels. USA president Ulysses S. Grant stayed there when he visited Ireland in 1879, as part of a world tour that also included Gibraltar.
"Saw her in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the Express. Scavenging what the quality left. High tea." (U8.352)
"Mayonnaise I poured on the plums thinking it was custard." (U8.354)
"Her ears ought to have tingled for a few weeks after. Want to be a bull for her. Born courtesan. No nursery work for her, thanks.
Poor Mrs Purefoy!" (U8.355)
"Methodist husband. Method in his madness. Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y.M.C.A. Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew." (U8.358)
[Note: this not Denis Breen]
"Supposed to be well connected. Theodore's cousin in Dublin Castle. One tony relative in every family." (U8.361)
"Hardy annuals he presents her with. Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. The squallers. Poor thing! Then having to give the breast year after year all hours of the night. Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in the manger. Only one lump of sugar in my tea, if you please.
He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at Rowe's?" (U8.362)