Harry Frigg's working-class roots are evident in his speech and manner. When he is introduced to the imprisoned generals as their superior, they can scarcely disguise their discomfort at the prospect of being commanded by an obvious...commoner. An incident at dinner exemplifies the class divide. Each general in turn names a favorite restaurant: "London Charles." "Which one?" "Detroit." "Savoy Grill, of course." "Locke-Ober in Boston." Now it's Harry's turn. He stammers, then comes up with "a little place just outside of Paterson with great veal cutlets." "Which sauce do you prefer?" "A little ketchup usually does it."