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"The personal note. M.A.P." (U7.97) |
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"Mainly all pictures. Shapely bathers on golden strand. World's biggest balloon. Double marriage of sisters celebrated. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other. " (U7.97)
As can be seen from this issue dated 1901, M.A.P. stands for Mainly About People, and published "pleasant gossip, personal portraits and social news." It also had several pages of ads, and a few tips for investors. |
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"Cuprani too, printer. More Irish than the Irish." (U7.99)
(Image courtesy of David Pierce) |
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"- Well, get it into the evening edition, councillor, Hynes said.
Soon be calling him my lord mayor. Long John is backing him, they say." (U7. 106) In June 1904, Joseph Hutchinson was lord mayor of Dublin. Joseph Patrick Nanetti, as Bloom predicts, immediately followed him, for the 2 terms 1906-1907. The correct way to call the mayor however would be "Right Honourable..." and not "My lord mayor." This picture shows the Rt. Hon. Joseph Nannetti. (Image courtesy of the ZJJF) |
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The Lord Mayor is the head (largely symbolic) of the city government of Dublin, elected to office annually by members of the Dublin Corporation from amongst its members. The Lord Mayor is responsible for chairing Corporation meetings, and representing the city at public events. The office of Mayor of Dublin was created in 1229 by King Henry III; it was elevated to Lord Mayor in 1665 by King Charles II, and the honorific title The Right Honourable (Rt. Hon.) added then. This photograph shows Edmund Dwyer Gray, lord mayor of Dublin in 1880. |
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"Miles of it unreeled. What becomes of it after? O, wrap up meat, parcels: various uses, thousand and one things." (U7.136) |
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"Tourists, you know, from the isle of Man. Catches the eye, you see. Can you do that?" (U7.150)
On the back of this photograph is pencilled "Uncle Andy and his family during their trip in Ireland." |
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"The foreman thought for an instant.
- We can do that, he said. Let him give us a three months' renewal. A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it silently. Mr Bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the silent typesetters at their cases." (U8.159) |
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"NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL
CONTRIBUTOR The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying: - Wait. Where's the archbishop's letter? It's to be repeated in the Telegraph." (U7.178) |
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"A DAYFATHER
He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must have put through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now. Sober serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I'd say. Wife a good cook and washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Jane, no damn nonsense." (U7.195) |
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"AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER
He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type. Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice that. mangiD. kcirtaP." (U6.203) |
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"Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading backwards with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O dear!" (U7.206) |
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"ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP
He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over these walls with matches? Looks as if they did it for a bet. Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I was there." (U7.221) |
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"Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's quizzing face, asked of it sourly:
- Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?" (U7.239) |
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"High falutin stuff. Bladderbags. Ned Lambert is taking a day off I see. Rather upsets a man's day, a funeral does. He has influence they say. Old Chatterton, the vice-chancellor, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle. Close on ninety they say. Subleader for his death written this long time perhaps. Living to spite them. Might go first himself. Johnny, make room for your uncle. The right honourable Hedges Eyre Chatterton. Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. Windfall when he kicks out. Alleluia." (U7.260)
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