Bishop Fulton Sheen
(See Cover) Manhattan's Adelphi Theater, off Broadway, was filled with a waiting audience. "Thirty seconds!" a tense voice called. The theater hushed.
Spotlights flooded the stage with an almost supernatural brightness. "Five seconds, five!" Gentle music filled the air and a technician waved his hand. Calmly striding from the wings came a stately man. He wore a black
cassock with purple piping; from his shoulders billowed a purple cape and on his chest gleamed a gold cross. He looked taller than his 5 ft. 8 in. He bowed graciously into the wind of applause,...
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