Laid low by grippe, Strong Man Fulgencio Batista last week wrapped himself in blue pajamas and a blue silk dressing gown and stuck close to the huge master bedroom at his Camp Columbia headquarters outside Havana. But his relaxed manner showed as clearly as his personal flag,* flying from every Cuban fort and armory, that he was boss of the island.
For his old congressional opponents of the deposed Prío regime, many of whom were cynically prepared to vote him all the constitutionality he might want, Batista had only scorn. "We haven't even considered their legalistic formulas," he said. "They don't...
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