My beloved, but notorious neighbour "Mick Malone" has been renowned for years as the "Irish Terror," writes Sergeant of the Durhams.
Though Mike's rebel sentiments have sounded suspiciously of LR.A. leanings, he has the Boer War ribbons and a Great War decoration.
Mike's two strapping sons lived in terror of their lawful parent, for well they knew that to wear a British uniform might mean the wear-ug of a shroud should dad discover their Irish disloyalty.
Yet the boys had secretly been members of she Territorials for years, a fact shared by a discreet and loving mother.
War came, and with it the frst "bomb" in she Malone family. The Malone sons were mobilized, Torrential scorn flooded the Malone home. Outside, the curious, morbid gossips gathered, out an ingenious mother stopped the abusive irade with the proud reminder that "the Mlalones never waited, they went."
yer right. There can't be any private its Zeltic MAE as he replied: "Sure, Bridget.
Mike's fire died on his lips, pride lit up his
while the Malones live."
And, turning his voice into the street, he meered at the slander-mongers, saying: "Sure, don't forget this, the first Englishmen to go rom this street wor two Irishmen,"
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.