Mr. Hubert.

Did he curse?

Mr. Armstrong.

No--no more than--the only curse word that he would use more when he did use it was damn it.

Mr. Hubert.

Well, on occasions like he got all riled up, as you have told us, would it consist of calling you a fool or threatening to fire you or raising his voice, cursing you, what was it?

Mr. Armstrong.

Threatening to fire me would be the thing, because he fired me 50 times or 100 times.

Mr. Hubert.

Apparently you didn't stay fired.

Mr. Armstrong.

He threatened my job every day.

Mr. Hubert.

He threatened your job every day?

Mr. Armstrong.

Almost every day.

Mr. Hubert.

And then what would happen?

Mr. Armstrong.

Nothing--if I left he would call me back. If I left there fired, all I would have to do is come down and open the club up the next day and go on back to work.

Mr. Hubert.

He wouldn't tell you you were fired, stay away; you wouldn't even talk about the subject any more?

Mr. Armstrong.

No.

Mr. Hubert.

I can understand that that would happen after you had gone through that firing and rehiring once or twice, but first of all when you got fired, it must have seemed odd to you to go back?

Mr. Armstrong.

Well, the first time that it actually really happened was one night he fired me on Saturday night. It was a Saturday night and I usually had a ride on Saturday night because the last bus run at 1 o'clock, and if I didn't catch that ride at 1:30, well, I would have to get a cab, which I can't afford to get a cab. It is $1.65. He said something about staying a-little late something--I don't know--it was a meeting, I think. He was always calling meetings.

Mr. Hubert.

Meetings of whom?

Mr. Armstrong.

Of waitresses.

Mr. Hubert.

All right, go ahead.

Mr. Armstrong.

And I said, "Well, I've got to catch my ride because I can't spend cab fare, and you are not going to give me cab fare," just like that, and I walked on out the door and he said, "Just don't come back no more." I said, "Okay," and before I got downstairs, he had sent one of the girls downstairs to tell me that my week wasn't up. It was on Saturday night--I worked during the day on Sunday to clean floors, and I worked during that day on Sunday 2 1/2 hours cleaning the club up, and I said, "Well, okay, tell him okay, I'll clean the club up tomorrow." Just like that, and went on, because I don't know--you see, I understood Jack, and I knew what his reasons for sending her on down was--actually not to tell me to clean the floor up but to tell me I wasn't really fired.

Mr. Hubert.

That was the first time you had gotten fired?

Mr. Armstrong.

That was the first time.

Mr. Hubert.

Then, you came back the next day and cleaned the club?

Mr. Armstrong.

Well, he called about 11 o'clock----

Mr. Hubert.

That's on Sunday morning?

Mr. Armstrong.

Sunday morning and asked me, "Has anybody called," and a few other things--he kept one of the dogs down there he asked me had I fed the dog. He always asked me had I fed the dog, which he would know I fed the dogs. You know, and I would always reply, "You know I will always feed the dogs, why do you keep asking me have I fed the dogs?"

Mr. Hubert.

Anyhow, on this particular Sunday morning, what happened about your getting rehired?

Mr. Armstrong.

Well, he just said, "I'll see you Monday."

Mr. Hubert.

And from then on out I take it you figured when he fired you like that the only thing you would have to do is come back, and that is how it worked out?

Mr. Armstrong.

Yes, always, and he would come to the bar, I would say three times a night, and say, "If you can't do like I want you to, get out. If you