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Last week the staid old Church of England buzzed over the exciting possibility of its first Episcopal trial in 46 years.* Under fire from the Church's Anglo-Catholic wing was Rt. Rev. Albert Augustus David, Lord Bishop of Liverpool, a lean, wavy-haired divine whose fame as a low-churchman is exceeded in England only by that of lean little Dr. Ernest William Barnes, Lord Bishop of Birmingham. Before he became Bishop Dr. David was for twelve years headmaster of Rugby School. Bishop David has not only startled Anglicans by leading his congregation in vigorous hymn-singing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Grave Scandal | 11/27/1933 | See Source »

...Rt. Rev. Heury Knox Sherrill Bishop of Massachusetts, will conduct the morning services at 8.45 o'clock in the Appleton Chapel of the Memorial Church...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Morning Chapel | 10/23/1933 | See Source »

October 22 Rt. Rev. Henry K. Sherrill, Boston...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: PREACHERS ANNOUNCED FOR MEMORIAL CHURCH | 9/28/1933 | See Source »

...three sons, Paul, Lester & Arthur - all working in the business - and four daughters, Helen, Mabel, Emma, Alice. All seven are married and have presented Father Cuddihy with a grand total of 28 grandchildren (some of them nearly as old as his youngest daughter). A frequent summer visitor is the Rt. Rev. Msgr. John P. Chidwick. famed chaplain of the U. S. S. Maine, who likes to putter around the place in a ragged sweater. Publisher Cuddihy knows well many a famed politician, among them Herbert Hoover with whom he dealt while the Digest raised some...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Digest Overhauled | 7/10/1933 | See Source »

...lambent flame filled the chimney, cheering the room, driving out the chill mist. From the empty cupboard the servant produced a bottle of Maliga sacke and a fat capon. While the spitted fowl drank in the fire the monk talked of himself, of the joys of youth. "Thou'rt younge yet," be smiled. "And so was I, onely, methinks, a few houres gone. In everie pleasure reioycing, I imployed myselfe with all the wilde antickes of the sences. An apless knave, dauncing with the trulls, keping my stomacke better than my soule, I would be a coniurer, soke Veritas...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Student Vagabond | 4/18/1933 | See Source »

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