To mention Bishop Manning's name in a city room is equivalent to telling the city editor that a rip-roaring good story is brewing. A bishop for almost ten years, he has provided the hungry presses of New York with more red meat than Al Capone, Aimee Semple McPherson, Billy Sunday, 'Legs' Diamond, Albert Einstein, Charles Augusts Lindbergh, Texas Guinan, or Nicholas Murray Butler.