Evening star., 1943-02-22
Chips Fall
On Freedom
To Dream
McEvoy Looks to
Hovonu as Solution to
Everything Postwar
By J. p. McEVOY.

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Like all the rest of you, I have
been reading about these brave new
postwar plans. The only one
have seemed to have overlooked Is
Gandhi's program for one quart OF
goats milk for every one Of us daily,
this to be arranged through lease
lend with Henry Wallace. in ex-
change for his quart of cows milk.
and what was all that about the
four freedoms? Freedom to fish.
freedom to fight, freedom to fool
around and there was another one.
1t escapes me now. Maybe 1t was
the freedom to figure out your own
freedoms.
I don't know Henry Wallace very
well-had nice long talk with
him once and have nothing against
him, If he wants a quart OF milk
day that's all right with me, but
I prefer to do my own postwar
planning and if I have to have a
quart of something. I'll take rum.
I can remember way back when I
had to drink milk. I had no choice.
I wouldn't force a quart Of rum
daily on everybody in the world.
although I could think of worse
things happening to them.
Simplicity Itself.
AS for the principal plank In my
program for better postwar world,
I have no intention of telling too
many people about it--only my
readers. It's too good for the others.
The idea is very simple. Every
American citizen, when he is born,
will be given a one-way ticket to
Havana, This ticket will also be a
ration card good for unlimited guam
titles of those miraculous little
Cuban oysters, genuine Daiquiri
cocktails made by Constantine him.
self at the Floridita Bar, Moro
crab enchillados concocted by the
chef at the Hotel Nacional, crushed
pineapple drinks and 40 kinds of
rum.
There will be special dispensa-
ton for those who think they must
stop off at Miami Beach and spend
S25 a day for hall bedroom. COM
pletely equipped with sound from
the inmates in the next room.
These misguided souls will be rushed
by special plane over to Havana,
where they can get good room
with view of Moro Castle for a
couple of bucks day, a steak for
40 cents, a quart of orange Juice
for Is cents, where coffee grows in
the back yard and sugar is shoveled
of the sidewalk, where days are
fragrant with cigar smoke and the
nights throb with conga drumming.
In my postwar planning Havana
will be the capital of the world and
other nationahties will be given cit
izenship in Havana only when they
have proved worthy. Those with
one-way tickets will be allowed to
stay only so long as they are thor
oughly appreciative. Those who
don't know when they're well of
can go back to Miami Beach, where
it is considered patriotic to charge
80 cents for cup of coffee served
in a 1o-cent china teapot with
broken schnozzle.
Another Dream.
Isn't it a dream world we are
planning after the war? Then what
is more appropriate than a dream
city for its capital? Havana all
white and shining is vision rising
out of the sea to greet you as you
fly over the blue Caribbean. What
capital! What a worldl What a
life!
If you should ask me how would
we live, what would we do about
trade and commerce and industry
and all those idiotic, ridiculous &C
tivities, I would answer with the
story about another dream, told by
beautiful young lady who related
how she was sleeping one night in
her scented bed chamber and
dreamed that the door opened and
a tall, handsome young man with
dark, smoldering eyes came in,
walked over to the bed, removed
the coverlets, picked her up in his
arms, carried her to the street, put
her in a long, black car Che had
&c" card and Whisked her of
through the city out into the coun-
tryside to beautiful, mysterious
forest. He stopped the car, picked
her up, carried her into the woods
and arranged her tastefully on a bed
OF velvet moss in the fragrant gloom.
/ What are you going to do with
me now?" she breathed tremu-
lously, and the tall young man with
the dark. smoldering eyes looked at
her and replied, How the devil
should know? This Is your dream"
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