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Ulysses

Excellency drew the attention of his bowing consort to
the programme of music which was being discoursed in
College park. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and
drumthumped after the cortège:

But though she’s a factory lass
And wears no fancy clothes.
Baraabum.
Yet I’ve a sort of a
Yorkshire relish for
My little Yorkshire rose.
Baraabum.
Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers,
M. C. Green, H. Shrift, T. M. Patey, C. Scaife, J. B. Jeffs,
G. N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Adderly and W. C.
Huggard, started in pursuit. Striding past Finn’s hotel
Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared
through a fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of
Mr M. E. Solomons in the window of the Austro-
Hungarian viceconsulate. Deep in Leinster street by
Trinity’s postern a loyal king’s man, Hornblower, touched
his tallyho cap. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion
square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw
salutes being given to the gent with the topper and raised
also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak

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