Harry Dalton, 29, is a big, friendly Manhattan building contractor who used to play halfback at West Point. He is also a devout Catholic and vigorous American. Strolling with some friends one evening a few years ago, he paused to listen to a soapbox orator in full cry under a huge cross set up in Manhattan's Columbus Circle. Some of the things the rabble-rouser spouted as "Catholic" doctrine burned Harry up. "I was in Jesuit schools twelve years," he growled, "and I never heard stuff like that." He began to growl louder. The speaker kicked at him. That was...
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