throw spears at Tarzan or the Indians when theyre scalping the United
States Cavalry.The new rich people go home after Mass on Sundays all
airs and stuff themselves with meat and potatoes, sweets and cakes
galore, and they think nothing of drinking their tea from delicate little
cups which stand in saucers to catch the tea that overflows and when they
lift the cups they stick out their little fingers to show how refined they
are. Some stop going to fish and chip shops altogether because you see
nothing in those places but drunken soldiers and night girls and men that
drank their dole and their wives screeching at them to come home.The
brave new rich will be seen at the Savoy Restaurant or the Stella drink-
ing tea, eating little buns, patting their lips with serviettes if you dont
mind,coming home on the bus and complaining the service is not what
it used to be.They have electricity now so they can see things they never
saw before and when darkness falls they turn on the new wireless to hear
how the war is going.They thank God for Hitler because if he hadnt
marched all over Europe the men of Ireland would still be at home
scratching their arses on the queue at the Labour Exchange.
Some families sing,
Yip aye aidy aye ay aye oh
Yip aye aidy aye ay,
We dont care about England or France,
All we want is the German advance.
If theres a chill in the air theyll turn on the electric fire for the
comfort thats in it and sit in their kitchens listening to the news declar-
ing how sorry they are for the English women and children dying
under the German bombs but look what England did to us for eight
hundred years.
The families with fathers in England are able to lord it over the
families that dont. At dinnertime and teatime the new rich mothers
stand at their doors and call to their children, Mikey, Kathleen, Paddy,
come in for yeer dinner.Come in for the lovely leg olamb and the gor-
geous green peas and the floury white potatoes.
Sean, Josie, Peggy, come in for yeer tea, come in at wanst for the
fresh bread and butter and the gorgeous blue duck egg what no one else
in the lane have.
Brendan,Annie, Patsy, come in for the fried black puddin, the siz-
zlin sausages and the lovely trifle soaked in the best of Spanish sherry.
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