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Rabbi Philip S. Bernstein (author of What the Jews Believe) was once an enthusiastic member of the Interfaith Good Will Committee in his. home town of Rochester, N.Y. For almost 20 years the clergymen on the committee dealt "constructively" with relations among their different religious groups. Since 1949, how ever, committee members have not even sat down together at an annual luncheon, The reason: hard feelings between the Protestants and the Roman Catholics...
...Rochester situation is fairly typical," Rabbi Bernstein told fellow towns men last week. "My own duties as presi dent of the Central Conference of American Rabbis have taken me to scores of communities. I cannot recall one where improved relations were reported. In practically all of them, tensions were on the rise." Some of the reasons, as Bernstein sees them: the intensified Catholic pro gram for parochial schools, Cardinal Spellman's controversy with Mrs. Roosevelt in which he denounced her for bigotry, Harry Truman's designation of General Clark as ambassador to the Vatican. The Clark appointment, says...
That morning, two months ago, Judge Bernstein did listen-to stories of whippings, blackjackings and assorted cruelties that were hard to believe. But he decided to do some investigating. By last week, he had learned enough to haul Superintendent George R. Ridgway and five of his employees into court in one of the most sordid scandals Arizona has known in years...
...state of high excitement, two 17-year-old boys walked into the courthouse of Maricopa County, Arizona. Having served time at the state's "rehabilitation" school at Fort Grant, both had some hair-raising tales to tell. The man they asked to see was Charles C. Bernstein, who presided in the juvenile division of superior court. If anyone would listen to them, the "kids' judge" would...
...rehearsal's end the audience cheered, the orchestra bravoed, and the members of the string section politely tapped their instruments with their bows. Mopping his brow, smiling, and smoothing out a few wrinkles in his turtle-necked sweater, Bernstein acknowledged the kudos and turned to leave. As the audience filed out through the doors, two little girls clambered onto the stage waving autograph books...