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2 in Dublin. some "soft" weather all through Ireland. Visited the house of the sister of an Irishman I know in Chicago. House full of kids (R.C. standard), but what nice, healthy ones. Mrs.Meed used to admire the way Irish parents control their young. (In London) Stopped at the Glendover?, principally because of the Fleecy White laundry, which fleeced me on three shirts, a pair of shorts and one pair of socks: 16 shillings = $2 00.

 The crusty old widows still sit by themselves at one side of the hotel lobby, or parlor. And each one has their reserved

table no different from anyone else's at two pounds, ten, I thought I could do better. Got a taxi after settling, and the manager "fumbled" about the rate of exchange. The cabman was a young Irish fellow who knows your friend Dunn, "Lee", he called him. says Dunn has written