School: San Leonard, Ballycullane

Location:
Saintleonards, Co. Wexford
Teacher:
Mary B. Dunphy
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  1. Millers paid themselves long ago by taking a percentage of the grain they ground. This was called
    Miller's Toll
    But they had the name of taking more than their "toll."
    A story is told of a miller who accosted a school boy one day on his way from school.
    "You are a long time going to school now John" said the miller "you ought to know everything that is to be known"
    "Well," said John "there are things I know and things I do not know"
    "Tell me some of the things you know" said the miller.
    "Well, one of the things I know" said John, "is, that millers always have very fat pigs."
    "Tell me some of the things you do not know" said the miller.
    One of the things I do not know" said John, "is Where do they get all the meal that fattens them?"
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. verbal arts (~1,483)
        1. jokes (~6,086)
    2. time
      1. historical periods by name (~25)
        1. the great famine (~4,013)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Mary B. Dunphy
    Gender
    Female
    Occupation
    Teacher
    Informant
    T. Kinsella
    Gender
    Male
    Occupation
    Farmer
    Address
    Kinnagh, Co. Wexford
  2. (Continued from opposite page)
    Three escapes from being shot
    I was praying fervently all the time for I expected to be riddled with bullets any minute. Myself and the lorry were now keeping pace, I behind
    Evidently the Officer came to the conclusion that they would spare my life. The dreadful lorry gathered speed and was now tearing out of my sight. Oh, the relief of it! And the thanks I gave to God! Though the whole episode took but five minutes it seemed an eternity to me!
    3. In 1922 at Prout's taking of Waterford I was doing my Irish Course at the Presentation Convent, when a bullet passed within 6 inches of me.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.