Mickie Daly's Diary, October 1934

So (I am sorry to say) we had a fight-only two hits. I hit Dacey, and Dacey hit the ground. He wouldn't get up, so Croftie counted ten. Maurie and Billy picked him up. Sister Pawl was very angry with me. She said she would have to send for my father and explain to him that I could not remain at the Sisters' school. I must go to the Brothers', (l wish she would,) However, a good Sam-aritin spoke up for me and told Sister that Dacey had been following me about annoying me all the morning. So Sister said there was some excuse after all- that I was under great provokayshin. We got a leckture, of course.

Dacey did not get a real KO. He was just trying to pretend he was hurt to skare me. Of course, it was seerius enough. A bad temper always is. You never know where it will land you. I might have killed Dacey- if he had struck against the steps or the seats.

Thank God he has a hard head.

I was so happy, so thrilled, seeing that ellerfint this morning. (Wish he'd stayed in his circus, or wherever he belongs) And I rushed off to share the wunder with the boys. You see, a fellow has good intenshins, and ends up getting in a temper and, perhaps, killing a companyin.

I told Sister Pawl I was sorry.

I told Dacey I was sorry. I am, too. Not because I hit old Dacey (he deserves it!) but because I got into a vilent temper. They do not want boys with vilent tempers at St. Columban's - I mean boys who cannot controle there vilent tempers. The temper is nothing. It is letting it get the best of you is the seerious thing. It could be a good thing to have a vilent temper, if you made it stay on the chain. You would be getting merit every time you kept it down.

I bet Right Reverend Dr. Cleary has not a vilent temper, or he'd be knocking out Chows all day. I'm sure they are worse than poor old Muggins Dacey is to me.

To be a priest you must be payshint-very payshint. Espeshilly a mission priest.

I wish Dacey would move. Why should the Daceys pick this place to come and live? We were here first. I wish Mr. Dacey would get a very good job in Tasmania or over in West Australia, or up in Port Darwin, or in New Zeeland.

But, then, I suppose, it is really myself. I suppose if Dacey were gone, there would be someone or somethIng to rowze my horrible temper. I must get to the root of the tree and chop it down. No good in just moving things out of the way and giving it room to grow bigger.

Anyhow, it was true.

There was a p- (rice) -iece in the paper this evening about it. The ellerfint was out of Wurth's Circus.

He was at libbertee only seven and a half minutes, and did no damidge, except to give people a bit of a shock. I am glad, after all, that I happened to come along during those seven and a harf minutes. It as my opperchewnity of seeing a ellerflnt at large. He was large all right. His keeper came for him, the paper said, and he went back to the circus as quiet as a little lamb. He did no harm to anyone.  But Dacey got a sore head threw him, and I got a nasty temper mark on my poor soul. So in this way he did do damidge.

 

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