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Convert Sweeney soon became the steward of Calvary House, a mission ably run by Rev. Samuel Moor ("Sam") Shoemaker, rector of Manhattan's Calvary Episcopal Church and No. 1 U. S. Group leader. Later he went as butler to Mrs. Limburg, joining with her once a week in "quiet time" (communion with...
...triad formation Squadron 10-F hummed out through the Golden Gate, bent a great circle course over six patrol boats anchored at 300 mi. intervals across the Pacific. Next morning the commanding officer of the naval station at Pearl Harbor received a radio message: "REQUEST PERMISSION TO LAND AND MOOR AT ASSIGNED BEACH. . . . MCGINNIS." At noon, just 24 hr. after leaving San Francisco, the squadron roared over Diamond Head and Waikiki to a pretty landing on Pearl Harbor and a thunderous welcome from the proud folk of happy Honolulu. There was little for the officers to report. All had gone...
Like other Buchmanite books. For Sinners Only calls many a good Buchmanite by name, often by nickname. Some noted Buchmanites mentioned: Princeton's Professor Philip Marshall Brown. Manhattan's Samuel Moor ("Sam") Shoemaker Jr., William Gilliland ("Bill Pickle"), onetime bootlegger to Penn State, Eton's Loudon Hamilton, Oxford's Canon Grensted. Author Russell naturally fails to mention such onetime Buchmanites as Princeton's Wilhelmus Bryan, Salem's Cornelius Trowbridge and Oxford's Murray Webb Peploe...
Negroes venerate especially: the Martyrs of Uganda; St. Benedict the Moor, 16th Century slaveborn monk; and St. Peter Claver, S. J., famed for his work in the early slave markets in Cartagena...
Last week King George had a dinner of fine plump red Scotch grouse shipped by express from Balmoral Castle, but many another grouse-loving Briton ate mutton or went hungry. On the morning of the Twelfth-opening date of the Scottish grouse season-a violent thunderstorm swept over the moors, leaving boggy ground and a heavy mist in its wake. Sportsmen standing ankle-deep in the sticky peat of shooting butts had no sooner begun popping at dimly seen grouse than another storm broke and drove them home. But not before a gamekeeper had been shot dead at Clonmannon. Growled...