As his perjury case dragged through its third month in San Francisco's federal court, Harry Renton Bridges had begun to seem the forgotten man at his own trial. The spotlight had wavered for weeks between the Government's backslid-Red witnesses and Defense Attorney Vincent Hallinan, whose apoplectic conduct had brought him a six-month sentence (which was deferred) for contempt of court. But last week Harry Bridges finally had the full blaze of the limelight all to himself.
At 48, his wavy pompadour was flecked with grey and his bony face was pale and lined. But as he sat in the witness...
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