By all the saints, couldn't a man read his paper in peace at 10 o'clock in the morning? He might as well give up and go to his work for all the pleasure there was to be had in a soft, spring Dublin morning, what with youngsters careering about the streets laughing and singing and shouting their foolish heads off.
For Dublin's 75,000 school kids last week, a springtime dream had come true. Their teachers, bless their hearts, had gone on strike. Mad through & through at official procrastination, they had walked out of their classrooms for the first time...
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