Mr. Ball.

But, you didn't hear that when you were in the box office, did you?

Mrs. Postal.

Yes, I did. In fact, I was just about----it was just about the time all chaos broke loose.

Mr. Ball.

Now, did many people go into the theatre from the time you opened at the box office until about 1:15 or so?

Mrs. Postal.

Some.

Mr. Ball.

How many? Can you give me an estimate?

Mrs. Postal.

I believe 24.

Mr. Ball.

Twenty-four?

Mrs. Postal.

Fourteen or twenty-four. I believe it was 24. Everything was happening so fast.

Mr. Ball.

You had sold about that many tickets?

Mrs. Postal.

That's right.

Mr. Ball.

What was the price of admission?

Mrs. Postal.

We had three. Adults 90 cents, teenager with a card is 50 cents, and a child is 35, and you have a pass ticket.

Mr. Ball.

It is cheaper that time of day than other times of day?

Mrs. Postal.

No, sir; we don't change prices. Used to, but we don't.

Mr. Ball.

Same price?

Mrs. Postal.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Ball.

Now, did you see anybody go in the theatre well, did you see any activity on the street?

Mrs. Postal.

Now, yes, sir; just about the time we opened, my employer had stayed and took the tickets because we change pictures on Thursday and want to do anything, he----and about this time I heard the sirens----police was racing back and forth.

Mr. Ball.

On Jefferson?

Mrs. Postal.

On Jefferson Boulevard, and then we made the remark, "Some thing is about to bust," or "pop," or something to that effect, so, it was just about----some sirens were going west, and my employer got in his car. He was parked in front, to go up to see where they were going. He, perhaps I said, he passed Oswald. At that time I didn't know it was Oswald. Had to bypass him, because as he went through this way, Oswald went through this way and ducked into the theatre there.

Mr. Ball.

Let me see. Had you ever seen this man before then at that particular theatre?

Mrs. Postal.

Not that I know of, huh-uh.

Mr. Ball.

A police car had gone by just before this?

Mrs. Postal.

Yes, sir; going west.

Mr. Ball.

Its siren on?

Mrs. Postal.

Yes; full blast.

Mr. Ball.

And after you saw the police car go west with its siren on, why at the time the police car went west with its siren on, did you see the man that ducked? This man that you were----

Mrs. Postal.

This man, yes; he ducked into the box office and----I don't know if you are familiar with the theatre.

Mr. Ball.

Yes; I have seen the theatre.

Mrs. Postal.

You have? Well, he was coming from east going west. In other words, he ducked right in.

Mr. Ball.

Ducked in, what do you mean? He had come around the corner----

Mrs. Postal.

Yes; and when the sirens went by he had a panicked look on his face, and he ducked in.

Mr. Ball.

Now, as the car went by, you say the man ducked in, had you seen him before the car went by, the police went by?

Mrs. Postal.

No, sir; I was looking up, as I say, when the cars passed, as you know, they make a tremendous noise, and he ducked in as my boss went that way to get in his car.

Mr. Ball.

Who is your boss?

Mrs. Postal.

Mr. John A. Callahan.

Mr. Ball.

Where did you say he was?

Mrs. Postal.

Yes; I say, they bypassed each other, actually, the man ducked in this way and my employer went that-a-way, to get in his car.