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film which he was holding in his hand caught on a protruding part of the machine and flew forward in an arc and landed on the tray of ice-cream which the usherette held in readiness to sell to the patrons.
    Needless to say, the reel fell out of its box, as Buddy had opened the catch. There was much cursing and swearing by Buddy and his friends as they attempted to rewind the reel of film. The crowd was good-humoured and was used to diversionary interruptions although this one was a more exciting sideshow than usual. Eventually the show got going again but several times the screen filled with strange flashing shapes and the story was out of sequence.
    Timmy got a tongue-lashing from Buddy and was in a huff at the end of the show. Sonny had arranged to give Ivor a lift home and so himself, Rosie, Wendy and Timmy all piled into Sonny’s old Hillman Minx for the lift. Rosie lived at the end of a mile-long narrow lane, which was in bad repair. It was a fine summer’s night and, as he pulled up at the entrance to Rosie’s lane Sonny said, ‘It’s a lovely night for a walk in the moonlight, the old car would get lost in those potholes, so it would.’
    ‘Yeah,’ said Rosie, ‘The road-men are always going to fix them.’
    Sonny switched off the engine and as nobody moved he began whistling to himself.
    ‘Well, lads,’ he said, looking ‘round at Ivor and Timmy.
    ‘Well, what?’ said Ivor.
    ‘Are yez going to escort these girls down the lane?’
    ‘Well, now, a fellow would have to think about that.’
    At this remark Rosie brusquely opened the door and got out.
    ‘Come on Wendy, good night, Sonny, and thanks for the lift.’
    As the two girls set off, Ivor wound down the side window and called after them, ‘goodnight to yez,’ while Timmy muttered ‘g’night.’
    Sonny turned to Ivor and Timmy.
    ‘Yez are a grand pair, letting those poor girls find their own way down that dark lane at night.’
    ‘Well, Rosie is long enough walking that lane to know her own way by now,’ said Ivor as he settled into his seat. ‘Anyway, they have a flash lamp.’

Oilly’s hair they cut off at the root,
    But he got a new hat which looked cute
    This made the girls dizzy
    And all in a tizzy.
    The scoffers it caused to be mute.

7
H EAD OR H ARP?
    Andy and Oilly Malooney had become friends again. Oilly, however, still held bald men in low esteem.
    ‘There’s just something lacking in them,’ he confided to Timmy one day as they wound hay ropes to tie down the four large pikes of hay which stood in the corner of the Deery’s haggard. The hay ropes were manoeuvred across the tops of the hay pikes by Timmy climbing up the ladder and lifting the ropes with his pitchfork. He was on the last rope when his fork caught in a piece of wire which was attached to a high branch of a large tree.
    ‘Drat,’ said Timmy, as the wire fell to the ground. ‘That’s the radio banjaxed.’
    The aerial for the Deery’s radio consisted of about fifty yards of woven copper wire attached to a socket on the back of the radio. This was fed out through the back parlour window and attached to a high branch on an old elm tree.
    ‘We’ll have to leave it for now or I’ll be late for the pictures, I’ll fix it tomorrow.’
    Timmy jumped up on his green bicycle and pedalled off furiously, leaving Oilly to tidy up the haggard.
    ‘Ah, the young people nowadays, always rushing for everything. Bedad in my day things were different.’ Oilly’s mutterings were suddenly interrupted by a woman’s voice and an angry woman’s voice at that.
    ‘Did you dimwits knock down the radio aerial?’ demanded Mrs Deery. ‘Well you better get it up again and quickly because Din-Joe is on in ten minutes time and that’s one program that I’m not going to miss.’
    ‘Oh, bedad, mam, you could never afford to miss Din-Joe. He plays only lovely music so he does. He had a fella playin’ the fiddle last—’
    ‘You’ll be playing the harp if that aerial is not