![]() He looked like some kind of an Indian when he capered round the garden, an old tea-cosy on his head, beating a tin with his fist and yelling:Įveryone was incredulous when it was reported that he had a vocation for the priesthood. But he played too fiercely for us who were younger and more timid. Dillon was prevalent in the hall of the house. His parents went to eight-o'clock mass every morning in Gardiner Street and the peaceful odour of Mrs. ![]() But, however well we fought, we never won siege or battle and all our bouts ended with Joe Dillon's war dance of victory. He and his fat young brother Leo, the idler, held the loft of the stable while we tried to carry it by storm or we fought a pitched battle on the grass. ![]() ![]() Every evening after school we met in his back garden and arranged Indian battles. He had a little library made up of old numbers of The Union Jack, Pluck and The Halfpenny Marvel. It was Joe Dillon who introduced the Wild West to us. ![]()
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