In Chicago one day last week, James Caesar Petrillo, 66, called in the press. He scurried nimbly behind the gleaming 8-ft. walnut desk (''the biggest damn desk I could find at Marshall Field's"), flung himself down in the swivel chair and surveyed the crowded office with snapping blue eyes. "You gotta fight like hell to get up." he said, "then it's goddam tough to get out."
After 18 years as president of the American Federation of Musicians, the heavy-jowled Little (5 ft. 6 in.) Caesar of U.S. music had decided to call it quits....
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