TO the many who knew him and the millions who watched him from afar, the life of Boston's Richard Cardinal Cushing was a montage of endearing and memorable vignettes. In some of them he was the Populist Prince, handing out miniature liquor bottles at an old folks' home ("Holy water! That's what it is! But don't sprinkle it around. Pour it down!"). In others he was the Court Clown mugging shamelessly in a sailor's hat or a baseball cap. On a cold November day in 1963 he was the nation's own Job, his prayer...
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