REPUBLICANS: Road Work

The pine-hemmed camp site overlooking northern California's Lake Shasta was cool and quiet, and the C. V. Cadwalla-ders, camped out there, had nothing more on their minds than a restful lunch. Then came a rising sound of motor traffic, a cloud of dust, the rasp of gravel on rubber as four automobiles slid to a stop near by. From the lead car bounded a bulky, shirtsleeved figure who plunged through the manzanita bush like a startled bull moose, thrust a hand at Mr. Cadwallader, announced simply: "I'm Senator Knowland." After five minutes...

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