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Now 60, he is a plump, jovial, teetotaling nonsmoker. Like other British prelates, Dr. Temple lives in a palace, but he and his family use only one wing, dine in a tiny room which was formerly their cook's sitting room, serve themselves from a buffet hotplate. The rest of gorgeous 701-year-old "Bishopthorpe" has been turned over to evacuees. Though an archbishop, Dr. Temple still acts as a parish priest to his community. When his servants marry, he gives them wedding receptions at the palace; when the city of York held a blood-donors week, the Archbishop and an early-bird plumber were the first two donors to turn up.
Dr. Temple's successor at York, rubicund, 67-year-old Dr. Cyril Garbett, has some pet antipathies: dictators, divorce, slums, sex novels, road hogs. Before Winchester, Dr. Garbett was Bishop of South-wark, the slum-ridden southern section of London which the Salvation Army's General William Booth once called the greatest area of unbroken poverty in Europe. There he, like York, developed a strong sympathy for the underdog.
In the largely rural diocese of Winchester, Dr. Garbett has kept close to his people by making his episcopal visitations afoot. Clad in a purple cassock and with a 500-year-old shepherd's crook as his walking stick, he made an annual tour of the diocese, stopping at every parish church to hold services. As early as 1933 he warned Britain to arm against the Nazi threat.