Word: skullcaps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Garbed in flowing gown, full-fashioned wig, black skullcap and white neckerchief, "Father Moody" will appear this Sunday at the meeting house built the year he died. As of yore, his congregation will be drummed to meeting, the tithing man will tickle the drowsy with a rod tipped by a rabbit's foot, the precentor line out the psalms and lead the singing with a pitch pipe. The sermon will be "The Doleful State of the Damned," which Samuel Moody first preached on August 21, 1710. He will pray that Queen Anne's reign continue happy and glorious...
...peace, harmony and fraternity" among all Rumanian faiths. Handsomely he wrote Dr. Jacob Isaac Niemirower, Chief Rabbi of 1,000,000 Rumanian Jews, that "the Jewish religion is recognized to enable it to make better human beings and more faithful citizens of its followers." Chief Rabbi Niemirower, his yarmulke (skullcap) bobbing with excitement, ordered synagog gatherings throughout Rumania on the day of prayer, to pledge Jewry's loyalty and devotion...
...Army officer at the gateway to Fort Lewis near Tacoma. Last week, in Chicago, Franklin Roosevelt drove through cheering lines of thousands of Chicagoans to see his old friend, Chicago's top Roman Catholic, George Cardinal Mundelein. Dressed in a black cassock, scarlet mantle and scarlet skullcap, the Cardinal met the President at the door of his gloomy mansion across from Lincoln Park. After a chat in the archiepiscopal throne room, he and the Cardinal sat down to a private snack of fried chicken...
...competent sculptor could be found to do a historically accurate job at no cost to the city. Fortunately, Pere Marquette's Franciscan habit can easily be chiseled into resemblance of a Jesuit mantle without even moving the plaque. Sculptor Eugene Romeo will reduce the Franciscan hat to a skullcap, take the fullness out of the robe, remove the monk's cowl, incise a flat cincture about the waist...
...week after a son was born to her in Manhattan's Mount Morris Park Hospital two years ago, Mrs. Albert L. Lyman lay in the maternity ward, her husband sitting by her bed. Idly the Lymans, good Roman Catholics both, watched a man in a skullcap bring in a baby on a pillow, deposit it on the adjoining bed of Mrs. Shirley Lippman. "Mazzal Tov! Good luck!" beamed the man, rubbing his hands. "It was a fine b'rith!" Mr. Lyman took a second look at the infant on Mrs. Lippman's bed, exclaimed: "Why, that...