Early last Monday morning Havana's roosters crowed in healthy unison. El Gallo* himself, the President of the Republic, General Gerardo Machado y Morales, had just gone to bed and to sleep in the presidential palace. The sun would soon be rising in the wake of the crescent moon. The General had spent the full night, as is his habit, dining, dancing, talking, enjoying himself heartily.
At 5 :30 a. m. the sun was rising. Venus shone with especial brilliancy. At precisely that midhour the General woke up of his own accord. He felt refreshed, vigorous. As a revolutionary against Spain from...
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