Word: saint
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Symphony (Sat. 6:30 p.m., NBC). Toscanini conducting Bach and Saint-Saens...
There is only one thing to distinguish the above quote from scores of similar opinions written about the University in the last thirty years; its author is the ony American buried in Red Square, Moscow. John Reed, movie biographer of the Russian Revolution, was the patron saint of the John Reed Club, oldest Communist student organization at the College. The swarm of Red and Red-front groups that followed it, and the militancy of their activities from the beginning of the Depression to the end of the post-war honeymoon with Russia spawned the Red Legend the University still cannot...
Although Brodrick believes that St. Francis worked miracles, he casts a skeptical eye on some of them. One is the famous story that, after Xavier lost a crucifix overboard at sea, a crab miraculously returned it to the shore the next day. The saint never mentioned this himself and, although the story was cited in the Papal Bull announcing Xavier's canonization, Brodrick does not believe it. ("It is entirely a matter of evidence.") Another legend: Xavier's reputedly miraculous "gift of tongues." Father Brodrick notes that the Basque saint was a notoriously poor linguist, not even fluent...
...newly published book, St. Francis Xavier (Wicklow Press; $5), is a highly successful attempt to present the saint and his work stripped of the false romanticizing. The author, Father James Brodrick, 61, is a Jesuit himself. An Irishman who lives in England, he has spent most of his life writing readable but impeccably researched books on the history of the Jesuit order. In writing St. Francis Xavier, he has had the advantage of a mass of new material on Xavier's life, most of it compiled by fellow Jesuit scholars...
...Warrior. Ritchie-Hook is anything but a saint. Like many a Crusader, he fights simply because he loves "blood and gunpowder." Hand-to-hand scrapping is his ideal: "Everything else [in war]," he assures Guy, "is just bumf and telephones." His pursuit of his ideal has left him with "a single, terrible.eye . . . black as the patch which hung on the other side of the lean, skew nose." His smile is a grim baring of carnivorous teeth; he grasps his cocktail glass in "a black claw" consisting of "two surviving fingers and half a thumb." He is fond of discoursing...