The late Cleveland Amory, in his social history The Proper Bostonians, relates the tale of a newspaper in nineteenth-century Boston starting a Sunday edition and leaving free copies of it on the doorsteps of subscribers in Beacon Hill and the Back Bay, in hopes they would take it up. Instead, many of the good Protestant gentry there, upon discovering this vile intrusion on the Sabbath, ordered their servants to remove the offending object with fireplace tongs and drop it into the trash.
I was reminded of that delightful account today while cutting through Grand Central Terminal, returning to work after the noon Mass. Someone handing out books managed to successfully press a copy into my hands. It turned out to be a paperback containing excerpts from the novels of Miss M. J. Rose.