The Reverend Harry Clapham, Vicar of blitzed St. Thomas' in cockney Lambeth, could "make a luvely sermonmake yer cry if 'e wanted to." He could write lovely letters, too: he liked writing them so well that he sent out 7,750,000 in 17 years. For the venerable, frosty-powed Vicar had made a juicy discovery: the world was wondrously full of charitable persons whose hearts and pocketbooks bled at letters of appeal, and who made no importunate inquiries as to what became of the money. So the methodical Vicar compiled his own card-indexed list containing 20,000 of the choicest, most tenderhearted names in...
Foreign News: Pity the Vicar
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