When the 'Cork Examiner' engaged in a spot of muckraking, so to speak

The Blackrock bus driving through flooding on the Victoria Road, Cork City, in January 1938. The city was 'awash' with mud.
It is quite astonishing the number of things that get into a periscope at all times or at any time, when you keep the instrument well over the top, but at Chimetime it becomes more astonishing than ever.
From this wide field of view, you may easily infer what sort of Christmas it really is, and what most people think of it. Even that unhappy citizen you discovered late at night, reeling in circles from one side of the road to the other, and charitably assisted to find his right hall door, has his views as to the festive season, for as you stop his wild... circling and help him along, you hear him mutter: 'Beastly time, Christmas; state …yo inebriation'. You know then that it is not a case of some new form of locomotor ataxy, nor that old thing St Vitus’s dance, but simply Chimetime booze, and very bad stuff, too.