A chara, – My sister nursed at the Royal City of Dublin Hospital some 35 years ago.
One of her favourite stories was of the newspaper boy who, in an attempt to broaden his market, would visit the public wards to ply his trade.
One afternoon, having marched up and down a particular ward twice, to the tune of "Pressa-Herrald, Herralda-Press", he failed to make a sale. Eventually an elderly lady motioned him to her bedside and purchased an Evening Herald.
“Thank Jaysus”, said our intrepid vendor. “For a minute there I thought I was in the Eye and Ear”. – Yours, etc,
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MICHAEL HOGAN,
Rathgar Road,
Dublin 6.