My late father would tell a story of when newly consecrated Bishop Orestes Chornock returned to America in 1938 from Constantinople, he was greeted by hundreds at the pier in lower Manhattan from where they processed to St. Nicholas Church on East 10th Street singing this 'en masse.' The Newark Star Ledger reported the next day that 'Greeks Welcome new Bishop to New York singing a Greek hymn to the tune of 'How Dry I Am.'
That was, of course, one of the perils of being known as 'Greek Catholics' when one was neither Greek nor, by that time, Catholic! He and the late Metropolitan Nicholas (Smisko) would laugh themselves to tears everytime my dad told that story.
