Proving that what has been done can be done better, this continues the vogue of ancestor worship in a fairly uproarious life with grandfather, as Patrick Thomas Flannigan, firmly Irish and obstreperously individualistic, received the attention- if not always the admiration- of all around him. Here was ""Granpa"", in all his enthusiastic heresies (Single Tax, Sinn Feiners, Democratic Party, Ingersoll's atheism); his unregenerate dislikes (undertakers, financiers, British aristocrats, most of his sons-in-law); his origins; his deplorable washing habits; his stand on temperanoe (as opposed to Prohibition); Finnegan, friend of his bosom, who spent eighteen long (for Grandma) years in the den; his only dog, Charlie, a melancholy menace; his decisive rejection of all refinements in the face of his six daughters, his son and Grandma, who went to pieces under the stress of the Irish question. A fond- and often very funny- family memoir, by the author of My Sister Eileen- which should find a real market in this starved of humor.