Mr. Liebeler. Did he seem to be interested in his surroundings or just sort of a——
Mr. Le Blanc. Like in his greasing records, one time something could be spelled right, and just a little ways away he might have to use the same word and it would be all misspelled. I don't know whether he didn't know how to write or he just didn't care how he put it down.
Mr. Liebeler. Did you ever question him about that or indicate to him that he was misspelling words?
Mr. Le Blanc. Well, on a couple of occasions I told him if he could write plainer, it would be a lot better for me to check, because a lot of times if something would go wrong with a machine, we would go to that greasing log and check when is the last time it was greased, and when you would look at his writing, it would be like Greek, you couldn't hardly understand it.
Mr. Liebeler. What did he say about that?
Mr. Le Blanc. Well, he would look at you and turn around and walk off.
Mr. Liebeler. He wouldn't say anything?
Mr. Le Blanc. Wouldn't say nothing. That is what used to get me. I used to—if I bawled him out about not greasing something, ordinarily a man would tell you, well, I will try to do better, or, that is the best I could do, or something like that, but that is what used to get me so mad when he would give me no answer whatsoever, and that is when I told him one day, I said, "You are going to end up driving me crazy if I am going to have to keep up with this guy, because he don't give me no answer whatsoever if I bawl him out about his job or anything."
Mr. Liebeler. Who did you tell that to—Mr. Barbe?
Mr. Le Blanc. Well, I think it was Barbe I told that to.