In the eleven months since Harry Truman fired him as head of the Justice Department's tax division, big, molasses-voiced Theron Lamar Caudle has spent a lot of time down home in Wadesboro, N.C. reflecting steadily on the ingratitude of princes. Last week, before the Chelf subcommittee in Washington, he made it plain that he felt himself more to be pitied than censured, that his was the dilemma of the small-town boy who falls in with flint-eyed, big-city strangers and finds himself the fall guy when the cops knock down the door.
Perils Right & Left. Washington, he confided, was "dangerous....
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