Word: pulpiteering
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...high platform in Convention Hall, Kansas City, sat 40 bishops. Above them could be seen the U. S. flag, draped with elaborate tassels; also the Christian flag, an emblem composed of a red cross on a blue square in a white field. The organ console and the pulpit were in view, as was the communion table covered with a shining linen cloth. The spectators, of whom there were thousands sitting in the balconies, looked up at windows which were illumined by hidden lights. An electric cross was hung in a high arch and in a western balcony, near the invisible...
...hour. If the preachers won, the cops would go to church the next Sunday and stay for the sermon. ... On Wednesday the games were played. Next Sunday in the front pew of the Episcopal church sat the police force. "God" cried Volleyman-Preacherman J. Lewis Gibbs in the pulpit "is on the side that hits the hardest volleyball...
Other Socialists present were James H. Maurer, the Pennsylvania laborite; Daniel W. Hoan, Milwaukee's mayor; Joseph W. Swarts, candidate for Governor of Ohio; Norman Thomas, the blond clear-eyed ascetic-looking Manhattanite, who used to be a Christian minister, but left the pulpit for the press (The World Tomorrow, pacifist monthly). Perennially a candidate for something or other, perennially defeated, Mr. Thomas, happy champion of lost causes, was "mentioned for the Presidency" in the pre-convention gossip. So was Pennsylvania's Maurer...
HEAVY LADEN-Philip Wylie-Knopf ($2.50). The Rev. Hugh McGreggor, lion of the Lord, cleaned up a saloon-ridden Ohio town, survived two flesh-and-blood wives and one great War, and reaped as reward a luxurious country-club parish in the "Gilt-edged suburb of America." His pulpit thunderings were consistently concerned with Faith, and helped considerably to deaden his own still small voice of doubt. But Ann, his modernist daughter, suspected him of puritanical hypocrisy, and flung herself the more violently into a materialistic existence that was promiscuous, not to say debauched. McGreggor, sensual himself, imagined her life...
...people behind the table started to pick up their hats but they stopped when the auctioneer pounded his pulpit and began to say something. "Dr. Rosenbach wishes me to announce that he is prepared to sell the book to the nation at the price for which he just bought it. . . ." At this, a few people clapped. Then they went out of the gallery. One of the last to leave was a small old lady in a black dress. Her name was Mrs. Alice Pleasance Hargreaves...