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There are times when the President of the U. S. has to defer most serious matters because he has a common cold. Last week was such a time for Franklin Roosevelt. He took the case out of the hands of his physician, Rear Admiral Ross Mclntire, and downed a big dose of castor oil. "Make it short, boys," was his plea at his subsequent press conference. But before the cold took hold, he devoted a press conference to Taxes and Economy. Said...
...succeed retired Surgeon General Perceval Rossiter of the U. S. Navy, the President upped his White House Physician, Captain Ross Mclntire, to rear admiral and surgeon general. Many another President has eased White House naval, military and medical aides upstairs to high berths, often to the disgust of their ranking officers. Woodrow Wilson thus made Lieutenant Commander Gary Travers Grayson a rear admiral; Warren Harding created bumbling old Charles Sawyer a brigadier general, U. S. Army medical reserve. In upping his friend and doctor last week, Franklin Roosevelt promoted an able, modest eye-ear-nose-&-throat man. Far from loafing...
When, on Sunday, Mr. Mclntire handed out communion grape-juice in paper cups, communion bread on paper pie plates, 1,223 people filled his tent to eat the Lord's Supper. Attendance in Collingswood Church...
...Presbyterian Church of Collingswood, N. J., a quiet commuters' town near Philadelphia, is worth $250,000. For five years this church's pastor was Rev. Carl Mclntire, 31, a boyish, athletic Oklahoman who was one of Dr. Machen's star pupils at Princeton Theological Seminary, followed him into the rebel Presbyterian Church in America. All but 100 of Collingswood's 1,200 Presbyterians went along with their eloquent pastor in his Fundamentalist beliefs, but they stopped short of becoming full-fledged constituents of the rebel Church. When a handful of loyal members of the church brought...
Sadly two Sundays ago Collingswood's zealous Fundamentalists held their last evening service in the big stone church, sang Faith of Our Fathers on the lawn as its lights flicked out. They showered money upon Pastor Mclntire to do with as he pleased. Few days later Mr. Mclntire helped workers put up a rented tent ($250 a week), announced his first service in it for last week, declared that his congregation would have a wooden tabernacle within a few months. To Pastor Mclntire's tent next night came more than 900 people. There, warmed against the sharp spring...