On the S. S. Conte di Savoia, ploughing across the Atlantic toward New York last fortnight, small John Kennedy, 5½, one day met a nice old priest. He admired the priest's pretty hat, his shiny jewelry. Could he play with them? The kindly-faced priest smiled assent. Small John Kennedy donned the red cloth biretta of a cardinal, jingled a golden cross on a massive chain, slipped a cameo ring on his big finger. Then John's father, New York's Representative Martin J. Kennedy, devout Roman Catholic, protested such...
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