The blue-clad commander, spotlighted on the huge stage of Hollywood's Legion Hall, intoned: "The sergeant at arms will ascertain if there are any veterans of the world wars seeking admission to the American Legion."
The sergeant at arms, paunchy and greying, saluted, about-faced, marched to the back of the hall with all the military bearing he could muster. He peeked outside the door. Having thus ascertained what everybody in the hall already knew, he returned to the stage.
"Comrade Commander," said he, "I find waiting outside 101 veterans of World War II who...
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