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One Fourth of July, early in the twentieth century, young John Ford and his father stood in the main street of Portland, Maine, to watch the parade. The name in those days was not Ford but Feeney. 'When the flag passes,' the father said, 'take off your cap.' But the boy was not wearing one. 'Then cross yourself, damn it!'
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