Gloomily the delegates trooped down the green and yellow carpet of Dublin's Leinster House and into the dimly lit Dail Chamber. "Like mourners," cracked a newsman, "heavy with the wake's hangover, for the funeral of Kathleen ni Houlihan." Throughout the war stubborn, belligerently neutral Eire had feasted while the rest of the world fought. But last week the feast was over and the grim specter of famine lowered over Eire. Newspaper headlines were black with pessimism, as Eire's editors recalled the great Famine of 1847, when a blight had turned Ireland's young...
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