Mrs. Powell.

Well, I think he played--he told me he had played baseball. He looked like a baseball player. Baseball players all look alike, sort of athletic type, but not musclebound.

Mr. Griffin.

About how tall?

Mrs. Powell.

About 5' 11", had brown hair, and I think he was from Iowa or someplace like that, a really nice kid. And he had a job; he was working though.

Mr. Griffin.

Where was he working?

Mrs. Powell.

Gee, I don't know.

Mr. Griffin.

In Dallas?

Mrs. Powell.

Yes.

Mr. Griffin.

How long had Tommy been living with Jack?

Mrs. Powell.

I don't know. He was living with him when I came back for work the last time, I believe.

Mr. Griffin.

When did he move out?

Mrs. Powell.

You got me, I don't know. I mean, I didn't keep up with all of these guys. He just picked guys up.
One night he had .this boy up there, and he said, "You are going to Fort Worth. I want you to give this friend of mine a ride."
And I said, "OK." He says, "He goes to college at TCU, and you can drop him off."
And I said, "OK."
And the kid is working around there, and when I get ready to leave and I get him in the car and we pile his books in at the bus station, and I start on the turnpike, and I said, "How long have you known Jack?"
And he said, "I don't know him. I didn't have enough money to get to Fort Worth, and I stared talking to him on the street, and he told me to come up to the club and he would give me a couple of dollars to work, and then he got me a ride."
And Jack doesn't know him, and here I am on a dark turnpike with this guy. But that is the way he does things.
There was a guy standing down one night in front of the place looking at pictures out in front, and Jack was down there, and he started talking to him, and that guy stayed around for a long time, and he got to be, well, he knew a lot of people here, and he was a pretty nice guy.
And Jack had him tell everybody that he was a friend of his from Chicago, because he knew that people, we were always teasing him about picking people up and helping them out, so he got to where he would say they were old friends from Chicago or someplace.

Mr. Griffin.

When you were demonstrating the twistboard, did you sell any of them?

Mrs. Powell.

We sold one to the guy that is the head of--what is the biggest extract company that makes food extract?

Mr. Griffin.

Hunt Foods? H. L. Hunt?.

Mrs. Powell.

No. What is it? They distribute it here. It is a big extract company. They make vanilla and almond and all this.
The man's name that we sold it to was the man who owned the company, and he gave Jack, supposed to give Jack a case of rum extract or something.
Jack was trying to figure out a way to serve drinks after hours, and there is no way you can but this way you can serve rum and coke, and you can put rum straight in coke and sell it, and there is not enough alcohol in it that the law could do anything about it, and you can sell it for 60 cents. That was my idea.

Mr. Griffin.

You suggested that you sell it for 60 cents and mix the rum extract?

Mrs. Powell.

The whole thing, so he was tickled to death this guy was going to give him a whole case of rum extract.

Mr. Griffin.

Did he ever try that?

Mrs. Powell.

No, he never did do it.

Mr. Griffin.

When you were out at the Texas Product Show, did Jack ever pick up any literature from H. L. Hunt?

Mrs. Powell.

No.

Mr. Griffin.

Did you ever see him with any radio scripts from Life Line?