The coffin was draped in a green, white, and yellow flag. The Archbishop of Dublin pronounced final absolution. Then the coffin was borne by Mr Collins (wearing a Commander-in-chief’s green and gold braided uniform), members of the Cabinet, and other army officers, to the hearse. At the graveside the "Last Post’’ was sounded, and the great crowd knelt in silent prayer.
The body of Mr Griffith was buried at Glasnevin Cemetery. Mr Cosgrove (Acting Chairman of the Provisional Government) in a grave-side oration, said "Mr Griffith, having signed the treaty, had no dishonest reservations, but a fixed determination to deal fairly with the British as they had dealt fairly with us."
School boring for some
The monthly meeting of the Otago Education Board was continued yesterday morning. The architect reported that the school building at Waitahuna Gully contained two large rooms, while the attendance had fallen to about 15.
The buildings must be repaired and painted if they were to remain in use, but it seemed almost a waste of money to do anything to them as the distance from the Waitahuna School was only a mile and a-half. It would cost about £160 to reduce the size of the building and paint same.
It was decided to notify the committee that the board contemplated closing the school, and ask for the committee’s views on the question.
The architect reported on the bad condition of the walls of the Waitahuna School, through the ravages of the borer. It might be worth while to consider remodelling the school; surplus material from the Waitahuna Gully School to be worked in.
‘Honi soit qui mal y pense’
Modesty forbidding, there is a convention against the public discussion of "my lady’s garters," but in the light of a little comedy which was enacted in Dunedin yesterday afternoon, a passing reference to the delicate subject may be pardoned.
As a young couple, whom the more discerning set down as a pair on their honeymoon, made their way along the street a vagrant reporter noticed that the footwear of the lady seemed to be attracting an unusual amount of attention and to be causing no little amusement of the semi-discreet kind.
Following the looks of the passers-by the reporter observed the lady’s ankle to be encircled by a dainty contraption of blue silk studded with pink roses, and he was informed by an acquaintance of the fair sex, who opportunely came along, that it was none other than the wearer’s garter.
The denouement came when the lady discovered from the demeanour of the passers-by that something was amiss, and, hurrying her male escort into the sanctuary of a convenient doorway, she apparently made the necessary readjustments, for when the young couple emerged the garter had disappeared, and the pink hue of the rosebuds had transferred itself to the faces of the two principals in the little piece of comedy.— ODT, 18.8.1922
