Mrs. Postal. Uh-huh, a transistor.
Mr. Ball. Had you heard that the President had been shot?
Mrs. Postal. Yes; my daughter had called me at the office before we opened up and said it was on the TV, so I then turned the little transistor on right away, and of course it verified the—they were saying again that he had been shot.
Mr. Ball. And did you find out that he had died here? That President Kennedy was dead or——
Mrs. Postal. No, sir; I didn't.
Mr. Ball. You didn't hear that?
Mrs. Postal. I was listening to KLIF, and I was down in the little box office, and they kept saying that Parkland hadn't issued an official report, that he had been removed from the operating table, and everyone wanted to surmise, but still hope, and it was after this that they came out and said that he was officially dead.
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?