Dad

ACROSS the plaza, under the white sun-glare, marched and countermarched the crack regiment's bronzed men in their heavy high caps and the rest of the odd regimentals of the late Forties.

From walls and roofs hung a myriad of more or less soiled American flags. On the plaza band stand a group of Mexican musicians were wrestling with "Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean."

This last feature of the celebration was a bit of tragic irony attributed to no less a humorist than the arch-victor, the hero of...