Mr. Liebeler. Did Oswald appear to you to be gay?
Mr. Andrews. You can't tell. I couldn't say. He swang with the kids. He didn't swish, but birds of a feather flock together. I don't know any squares that run with them. They may go down to look.
Mr. Liebeler. When you say he didn't swish, what do you mean by that?
Mr. Andrews. He is not effeminate; his voice isn't squeaky; he didn't walk like or talk like a girl; he walks and talks like a man.
Mr. Liebeler. Did you notice anything about the way he walked? Was there anything striking about the way he carried himself?
Mr. Andrews. I never paid attention. I never watched him walk other than into and out of the office. There's nothing that would draw my attention to anything out of the ordinary, but I just assumed that he knew these people and was running with them. They had no reason to come. The three gay kids he was with, they were ostentatious. They were what we call swishers. You can just look at them. All they had to do was open their mouth. That was it. Walk, they can swing better than Sammy Kaye. They do real good. With those pronounced ones, you never know what the relationship is with anyone else with them, but I have no way of telling whether he is gay or not, other than he came in with what they call here queens. That's about it.
Mr. Liebeler. You have never seen any of these people since that first day they came into your office with Oswald, that first day and when you saw them down at the police station?
Mr. Andrews. The three queens? The three gay boys? No; I have never seen them.
Mr. Liebeler. There were just three of them?
Mr. Andrews. The Latin type. Mexicanos will crop their hair and a Latin won't, so I assume he is a Mex.