Evening star., 1922-02-13
BY FORREST DAVIS.

BY FORREST DAVIS.
Special Dispstch to The Star
CORK, Ireland. February 13.-If you
have a picture of irresponsible. bois-
ferrous. devil-may-care Irish. prepare
to erase it now. For
Cork, the seat of the south Irish.
the center of most of the emigration
TO America. is a city of whispers.
l arrived on. a Sunday evening at
dusk from Queenstown. The railway
station was all but deserted. Two
jaunting cars waited outside to haul
passengers to the hotels and the town.
One of the jaunting cars was en-
gagged for me by the silent station
porter. We set out in it, my baggage
safely trussed on the one side, I on
the other. for my hotel. The going
was rough and dark. We passed the
rather extensive buildings of the Ford
Motor Company. The streets were
lighted from the center, ascluster at
the top Of high pole throwing out
scant rays.
Stay Home at Nights.
"Where are the people?" I asked my
jarvey. after seven or eight blocks.
"Shure. sir. and they're at home.
This is Sunday, and beside. they don't
he answered between lurchings Of the
cart over the cobbles.
There was almost no one about. We
rode for blocks without sign Of hu-
man beings other than an occasional
light from behind shutter. 1t be-
came uncanny.
why do the people stay indoors?"
asked.
whose first name was Mickey. he in
formed me. ''Tirey haven't got over
the war. We had the military law
on US for so long we got used 10
staying at home nights"
We jostled up to the entrance to
the leading hotel. opposite the dim,
ly-lit doors of a livery stable, and
1 alighted from one side of the ex-
gage came down from the other.
The hotel was quiet as outside; A
portly porter maneuvered my lug
gage in and showed me to the room.
| a low-voiced girl at the desk as
ting about the lobby slipping at
| drinks and saying nothing. The
| predominating noise was the sizz OF
the elevator or lift. as the English
| and Irish have it.
Even Walters Whispered.
| In my room I put my head out OF
| the window. The night in this city
Of $4,000 was as quiet as % a oursins
| few footballs. nothing more. washeo
| quickly and descended to dinner
There though the room was nall
| full. the chief sound was OF iork
| striking chinaware. The walters
i whispered and the guests communi-
| Gated in undertones.
| After awhile ventured OUTSIDE
| The streets were dark ana naero~;
! Of course. A yellow light appeared
ahead and turned out to be the iront
| Of a movie or cinema, as they name
| them here. I put in and asked the
| manager about business.
| Rotten" he replied, revealing MN .
| self as one who had been to tne
aWhere are the people?" I in
qu qaAt home. They won't come out
,t night any more. / thought wheG
| the truce was signed ana we nae
peace, business would pick up; pu,
~ ssavine at home during the martha
Ia vs'and they won't come out now
A. little farther on ! found lone
Individual leaning up against post
| In this walk of five or SIX oiocks
not more than a dozen people nae
passed me and l was on the prin
cipal street
| Police Are Also Asleep.
"where are the people?" I asked
Home" was his reply. uttered IL
a conversational tone. They dom
come out any more.
we talked a few minutes, he un
der his breath. He was membe
Of the I. R. A. doing guard duty.
"Where are the regular police. tn,
Royal Irish constabulary? I asked