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...gone down south to Montreal. Arsene Turquetil was hard to replace. He is not only a good bridge player; he is also a good shot, a fine musher, and Canada's famed, revered ''Arctic Bishop." He was going to Montreal to be consecrated as Vicar Apostolic of Hudson Bay which, comprising some 1,600,000 sq. mi. of snow and ice. is probably Rome's largest vicariate...
Also present in Geneva were Vice-Admiral Sidney Robert Drury-Lowe, R. N., and Prebendary Rich of St. Paul's in London. Prebendary Rich lent ecclesiastical prestige to the International House Party; but more satisfaction derived from the words of Canon Frank Child, vicar of St. Helen's and Rural Dean of Prescot, who wrote last week in the Church of England Newspaper: "Is this movement going to do what the Archbishop's Conference with us perhaps cannot do? Is it going to solve the reunion problem [TIME, Jan. 11]? I think it may contribute very much to that...
...church. Rev. E. G. Hall, rector of Friern Barnet, thought he had found a way to control confetti. He would charge five shillings ($1.25) extra per wedding, to be forfeit should any confetti be thrown. At Hatneld, Herts., it was proposed to charge ten shillings. Pontificated Rev. Oscar Stanway, vicar of Claygate, Surrey: "Confetti-throwing is meaningless and messy!" Even worse, said he, is the prevalent practice of throwing imitation rose petals: they show up much more. "Never heard an argument in favor of confetti," said Rev. F. L. H. Millard of St. John-the-Evangelist, North Brixton, London...
Shaking his head gravely, the old verger of a parish church in London said it sometimes took half an hour to pick up all the confetti after a good wedding. Croaked he: "In the old days when people used to throw rice, we had a vicar who would go outside before a wedding and confiscate all the bags of rice he could and give them away afterwards. But you cannot make a pudding out of this stuff...
...Vicar of Jennifer's village was one James Oilier, a beneficent gardening kind of man held strictly to business by an acidulous sister Alice. James was to Alice as Jennifer had been to Father. When James and Jennifer showed signs of drifting together, Alice whisked him off to Switzerland. Jennifer was a little hurt but forgot it when Father's wife left him and left Father on her hands again. By a cataclysmic effort of will, James shook Alice long enough to rush manfully home to Jennifer, declare himself unvicarishly. Father, a selfish, tactless man on the whole...