“Publish or Parish”. Good one.
Used to get a kick out of one priest who would occasionally have on his golf clothes. Myself and the boys would gawk and say “look! Fadda Obrien’s not wearing his Fadda clothes”. Very disquieting as we had been convinced of the near divinity of the parish priests....magic fingers as only they could touch the host(ah the 1950s-60s). The nuns told us of a martyr priest who had the fingers cut off on his communion hand by savages here in America back in the 15 or 1600s. He had to get special papal dispensation to use other fingers. Now they stick the host right in your hand.
Way too much change way too quickly.
That was Isaac Jogues. He went all the way back to France to get the next fingers consecrated.