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...humbly proud both of being a Catholic and of my Scottish blood, I deplore the disservice your correspondent, the Rev. Donald MacLeod, does to that honorable name in the March 11 issue. . . . His contemptuous "tin horns" of Catholicism is only to be answered by the response, "Shame!" Were he a layman I should reply, "The back-of me hand...
...Professor McCracken-who is as Scottish as his name-Riverside will be only his third parish, though his first this side of the Atlantic. Born in Motherwell, Lanark, and educated at Glasgow University, he had churches in Edinburgh and Glasgow, then became a lecturer in systematic theology at the Baptist Theological College of Scotland. Four years later he was called to his present chair in McMaster as assistant professor. But though this will be his first U.S. job, he is no stranger to Americans, to whom he has delivered many a lecture and sermon (three at Riverside Church...
...Valley of Humiliation. Since he left Russia as a twelve-year-old, Morris Cohen has taken and given many a hard knock. After crowding eight years of public school into three, he cleaned a poolroom to work his way through City College. A Scottish Fabian, Thomas Davidson, woke Cohen to an interest in philosophy; as a scholarship student at Harvard, where he roomed with Felix Frankfurter, he became a protěgé of William James. Then came what Cohen refers to as "dark and weary years ... in the valley of humiliation." As a poorly paid mathematics teacher at City...
...Clark Kerr has spent his life in a dozen capitals on four continents selling sweet British reasonableness. He looks and chats like the headmaster of a fashionable boys' school. Preferring hound's tooth jackets and mixed tweeds to ambassadorial tails, he would sooner talk on Scottish wild flowers and Chinese porcelains than on politics and policies. But few diplomats can be more persuasive in ten languages...
...toward the lobby, they looked as if they had been through a bad time themselves. When Phil Murray came to the little colonnade framing the doorway, he stopped. His face was red; his eyes tired. He seemed to lean against a column as he talked. Slowly, in his soft Scottish burr, he told reporters the news. He turned to Ben Fairless for confirmation. Fairless, too, was worn out. His semi-stiff collar was sweaty and crumpled; his arms dangled loosely at his side. "I approve the statement of Mr. Murray," he said. The doorman came to help the gentlemen with...