In 1937 a roly-poly, rubicund Anglican vicar named R. Anderson Jardine felt an urgent spiritual call. In defiance of the Archbishop of Canterbury he married the Duke of Windsor and Mrs. Wallis Warfield. Later he turned up in Hollywood, earned a living by marrying romantic couples who wanted to be wed by the man who had married the Duke and Wally.
Six months ago Rev. R. Anderson Jardine had another call. This time it was up to him to save the U. S. from salacious magazines and other vile literature. He started to write...
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