The last time the American Legion hit Manhattan, one frayed theater manager relieved his feelings by writing a little jingle:
I love the Legion
In some other region.
Remembering the 1937 crop of traffic jams, the broken windows, the roistering funsters with water pistols and electric ticklers, most New Yorkers felt much the same way. But this week Manhattan dug in for another invasion of a round million Legionnaires and their friends, arriving from everywhere between Buenos Aires and Alaska for their 29th annual convention.*
City officials did their best to put up a...
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