Help keep those cherubs neat-looking (1947 print ad)
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As it happens, the world in which we're living has made me so cynical and jaded that I can't look at this vintage, post WWII charitable plea without being amused.
I've become conditioned to read the term 'altar boy' as the set-up to a punch line.
How about you?
It doesn't help that my ignorant heathen curiosity is piqued by the mention of exotic cassocks and surplices - - to say nothing of trying to imagine really 'getting' the differences between dalmatics and chasubles and simars.
A rochet? The mozzetta??
Cinctures and tippets and albs! Oh my!!
Learn something new every day...
(ignorant heathen apologies available by request)
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I lick your blog.I'm waiting for your new posts.
I was an altar boy, back when I was enrolled in Catholic school, say around 1961-1968. I never was privied to any Fatherly Love or even heard rumours about such hyjinks, I resigned my post around the time I became rebellious & drug-seduced during 1969. Acid saved me from a fate worse than The Devil...
Pretty bad cut & paste of the kid's head on an adult body--he looks freakishly tall and the hands are wrong too.
Holy Alter Boy! I love this!
I'm glad it makes you amused because it sends a shudder down my spine!
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