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THE ROBIN

Jim McGovernDear wee robin, dear,
So snug in winter yet full of fear.
In summer green thou art in gear
With squabs three or four so near.
However safe they are to-day
They have enemies in their way
Here, there and everywhere.      Readmore

THE PILOT

Malachy McCullaghDown in the bright green grass I lie
And watch the planes in the clear blue sky,
I’ll be a pilot one day soon
And fly my plane straight up to the moon.The man in the moon will say to me,
Do stop and have a cup of tea,
And all the stars will sparkle by,
For I shall fly so high - so high.One morning I’ll start up my plane,
Fly round the world and back again,
And when I’ve seen all I can see,
I’ll come home to mammy and to tea.      Readmore

THE FOOTBALL MATCH

Michael McAliskeyI
The referee blew the whistle and
The ball was thrown in
The players jumped high for it
And were at it thick and thin.II
Down the field the ball went sailing,
Players striving main and might
But the kick was unavailing for
The umpire signalled wide.III
The forwards all were playing well,
The backs were well-behaved,
Then a sizzling shot was taken
But the goalie quickly saved.IV
‘Twas drawing near the close of play
And near the full time call
When little Dan Quinn, hurrah!
Jumped high to catch the bait.V
He soloed and he dummied,
He raced…     Readmore

SUMMER! SUMMER!

John NugentSummer! Summer!
The call of the plover!
When the lark cries
And Spring dies,
O Summer! Summer!Summer ways are here again,
When day lives till after 10 p.m.
While the honey bees work
And the hedge-sparrows chirp,
O Summer! Summer!Summer days, school is o’er,
September back to chore,
Sea waves roar,
“Golden Summer is no more”,
O Summer! Summer!     Readmore

SPRING?

R DoyleSleek, svelte, and long, the shimmers of sun
Slip and steal through the branches.
And the sky carries clouds that float and run
Propelled and pummelled by a young April breeze.A ripple of shiver creases the lake
Where the water bird settles,
And bright green fields sound the song
Of a new birth - promising, fruitful and young.And an old world listens
And understands - but does not feel.     Readmore

SPACE AGE

Joe McLoughlinI’m sure you’ve heard or read about,
The satellites in space,
How Russia and the United States
Are in the rocket race.To hear them talk it won’t be long,
The moon they will conquer soon,
And then what next will man attempt,
If he should reach that moon?Russia leads so far,
By their flights towards the moon,
And according to Khruschev,
They’ll be up again soon.If they do go up again,
Who’ll follow them but Colonel Glenn ?
And if he does he’ll be the toast,
Of more than American space men.      Readmore

FISHING

Eugene HughesUp the stream,
With rod and tackle,
To fish for bream,
Goes Bobby Mackle.Quickly throwing out the bait
He leisurely sits in wait,
For some unwary bream,
To break the placidness of the stream.The captured fish starts to plunge about
Alas, he’ll never get it out,
The fish it swims away,
But he says there’ll be another day.      Readmore

ESCAPE

R DoyleGrey smoke, blue grass,
A lift of wind,
Sky of brass.
In a long slope
Comes down a bird,
Alert, soft-falling
Down to earth in a spiral.Sharp eyes watching,
Dull heart longing,
Human heart lifting
In vain desire to imitate;
To be away, far separated,
Looking down
From some spire of height.     Readmore

TO COLONEL GLENN


John HannaO Colonel Glenn, you hero so bold
Remember this as now you’re told.
Next time you pass high over head
Think of me and my buzzing head
If you were here you’d quake and shake,
So drop a bomb just for my sake.I’d like to shout, I’d like to sing,
I’d like to dance out in a ring.
But I’m afraid I have to hurry,
In case the teacher’s in a flurry.
Still I’m made to laugh when I think of you
Out in orbit in the blue.      Readmore

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St PatrickThe Breastplate was the official school magazine of St Patrick’s (Boys’) Academy, Dungannon, Co Tyrone; the first issue appeared in 1961 and the title disappeared in 2002 when it graced the cover of a comprehensive history of the school. 

The founding editor of The Breastplate was Owen Quinn, a Dubliner who was appointed to the teaching staff in 1959.  An inspirational teacher, his contacts in the world of the arts included Brendan Behan and Richard Burton.  His successor as editor was Aidan Corrigan, a man of wide interests in the fields of education, literature, sport and politics.  His preoccupations are evident in the pages of the magazine from the mid 1960s onwards.  Following Aidan’s retirement Sean T Hughes assumed the editorial role for a short period before the final volume appeared in 2002. 

In The Breastplate 2002 editor Aidan Fee set out to record a history of the Dungannon school from its origins in 1891 until its transformation into a coeducational grammar school at the beginning of the new millennium. 

Of course, the really important names associated with The Breastplate are those of its student contributors.  Many may blush or blanch at reencountering their juvenilia; the intention of this site is certainly not to disconcert anyone.  The contributions of scores of students through the decades; the accounts of battles lost and won on muddy pitches and in draughty sports-halls; the grainy photographs of boys smiling or squinting at the photographer’s lens; all these are included as they appeared in that other country: the past.

Footnote: Aidan Fee, being the editor of the final edition of the magazine in 2002, was invited by the developers of this site to write this introduction to The Breastplate on line.  In doing so a link has been created between the past and present forms of the magazine, and between the various types of printed media used to produce the magazines then and the digital forms of electronic production in use currently.           We wish to thank him for his contribution.

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LORICA

Editorial of the first edition of 'The Breastplate' published in 1961 and written by Owen Quinn, English teacher.

The launching of a magazine is somewhat intoxicating. Pioneers, however, we cannot properly claim to be. Sounder-than-rumour has it that the heady stuff of earlier Academy magazines enlivened the times. But if one door is shut by Providence, a massive gate is often opened to make up for it. Thus the same historical fact which deprives this paper of some of the panache associated with innovators, confers on it the romantic mystique of the phoenix - an Irish symbolic bird if ever there was one. The Breastplate, then, is rearing itself up out of the ashes of precursors. We hope it will sing
gan fhuigheall, gan easbhaidh, gan locht fénics eile lan d’éifeacht
and that our bird may never come to nest in death or flames.

Speculation on the uses of a school magazine can hardly be separated from consideration of the general benefits to be derived from attendance at a college of the Academy’s kind. The more obvious advantages come to mind immediately. The Academy equips its pupils to wrest from modern economic circumstances a decent livelihood later in life; independently of bread and butter, the subjects taught here drill and excise the wits of students and so build them up intellectually; most important of all, the Academy gives its boys something to lean on as they take their first steps towards integrating religion with other aspects of living.

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