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The gentlemanly art of the insult September 9, 2011 — One of the (many) signs of our cultural decline is that verbal insults, these days, are almost invariably scatological or sexual, provoking a blizzard of asterisks whenever A wants to put the smackdown on B. Once upon a time, it was not so. Once, the ability to come up with a clever insult that could be repeated in polite society was thought an important, if not necessarily essential, component of being a gentleman... [read more] |
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Letters to Editor: An Ode to the Archbishop A house sits empty, and a pall If a searchlight were to scan the city, The sorrow is palpable, and rests A priest, a prophet, a shepherd With his shepherd’s staff, he has reeled us in A saint in the making, Tanya Faust, S.F.O. Remembering Deacon Howard I mailed the article about Deacon Howard’s death (Aug. 17 Denver Catholic Register) to my friend Ken Reightler, who is organizing this year’s annual reunion of those who served on the USS Shangri La. The reunion will be held in Alameda, Calif., this month, and Deacon Howard will be remembered in the Memorial Service, which will be held onboard the USS Hornet, a museum ship permanently berthed in Alameda. Paul J. Skizinski |
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