There was dad's missal, The St Joseph "Continuous" Sunday Missal, imprimatur 1957. It was a funny old religion back then, where Catholicism, nuns and priests were basically infallible, and a bazillion angels and saints were hovering, waiting to judge our every demand/request. Remember the word "beseech"?
I have a feeling Curly the Usher picked this book up after it spent a few lost weeks in a back pew. He needed to be holding a missal if he were demanding that we follow the mass in ours, but I doubt he ever bought it. He liked pictures, just like we did, and he had a collection. Inside, every 25 pages or so, dad kept clusters of funeral or prayer cards. Most I recognize, but a couple may have been the original owners' ☺.The fronts of the cards are on the left, and the corresponding verses on the right. Click to enlarge...
Yup, all from the missal.
Bonus: A scan of the famous laminated Confession Guide we all carried around (still makes me feel guilty)...and an odd esoteric prayer that almost explains the indulgence-mindset that Martin Luther found so disgusting (read the bottom paragraph first).