Mr. Griffin.

But I mean--

Mr. Rubenstein.

Whenever he called.

Mr. Griffin.

Last fall, did he ever make any special telephone calls about her?

Mr. Rubenstein.

I can't think of anything special.

Mr. Griffin.

Let's focus again on the twistboard. Was Jack planning to manufacture the twistboard?

Mr. Rubenstein.

No; somebody down there was making it for him.

Mr. Griffin.

Do you know of any other people he talked to about the twistboard in connection with promoting it?

Mr. Rubenstein.

He was going to call some other people. I don't remember who the names were. I wasn't too much concerned because frankly, I do not have enough time to donate to an item that is not relating to my business because when you walk into a department store, you can be tied up for 2 solid hours selling something to a buyer if you find him, and 2 hours a day is a lot of my time when I am on the road trying to call on my own customers. So, therefore, I wasn't too much interested, that is my answer.

Mr. Griffin.

Did Jack mention to you the names of any other people who were associated with him in the twistboard?

Mr. Rubenstein.

I can't think of the name. There is somebody down there, yes, but I don't know who he is. I wasn't concerned, I was only interested in Jack. If Jack wanted to promote it 1 was going to try to find him some other fellows to help with selling it. I never got any chance.

Mr. Griffin.

How many days a week do you work?

Mr. Rubenstein.

I am on the road 240 days a year when I am working right, you know, when I get started right, before November 1963.

Mr. Griffin.

You work Monday through Friday or Monday through Saturday?

Mr. Rubenstein.

Saturday.

Mr. Griffin.

Where were you on November 22, the day the President was shot?

Mr. Rubenstein.

I happened to be in Chicago. I was at the Harry Eichenbaum's store, Merrill Manufacturing Co.

Mr. Griffin.

When were you there, at what time of the day?

Mr. Rubenstein.

At the moment when the President got assassinated. When the people heard it on the radio, I didn't believe it, nobody believed it. Who could believe a thing like that? And then all of a sudden everything seemed to quiet down, the whole area, and then it finally leaked out that it was the truth. My God, you could know it is like an atomic bomb hit you. It is just one of those things. We all loved this guy. He was a real guy. He was a friend of our people, too, by the way, which is important to us in America.

Mr. Griffin.

What happened, what did you do after you learned the President was shot?

Mr. Rubenstein.

What was there to be done, nothing. Nobody could work. Everything seemed to stand still. I finished my business, what I had to do, I picked up some stuff downtown, I think--yes, I remember, I went out to the Flavor Candy Co. and picked up a couple of cases of candy because the girl told me about it the other day, she said, "Remember you were here on that Friday, November 22." She knew all about the family. She knows the family, and I says, "Was I here that day?" She says, "Yes. That is the last time we saw you." I didn't even remember where I was that day. I mean the thing hits you like a shock. It just isn't right, it isn't normal.

Mr. Griffin.

Do you remember what you did after that?

Mr. Rubenstein.

I probably went home. I probably did. I don't know, because I was home that Friday night.

Mr. Griffin.

Who is living with you at your house?

Mr. Rubenstein.

Marion Carroll, my sister, and Ann Volpert.

Mr. Griffin.

Did Marion and Ann normally work on Fridays? Were they both employed?

Mr. Rubenstein.

Yes.

Mr. Griffin.

So there would be nobody home during the day.

Mr. Rubenstein.

Right.

Mr. Griffin.

You have another sister, is that right, Eileen?