Mr. Armstrong. Yes, in the right-hand corner and it had to be turned on individually. It had to turned on or it wouldn’t come over the system and it was my job to see that it was turned on every night, and there was times I was too busy and had too many things to do and forgot about it, but not that often, and if he came in—the first thing he checked was the sound. The MC was on stage and if he couldn’t hear that box over there, he would come straight to me and it was like I had took half of the club away or something like that.
Mr. Hubert. What would he say or do?
Mr. Armstrong. Well, he would just get all riled up about that—he would just get all riled up about that one little incident.
Mr. Hubert. When you say “all riled up,” that’s your own words of description of what he was doing, but we don’t get just what his physical acts were unless you tell us. What is “riled up”? Raising his voice, cursing?
Mr. Armstrong. Raising his voice.
Mr. Hubert. Throwing his voice—throwing his arms about, hitting people, doing what?
Mr. Armstrong. No, not hitting people—he wouldn’t ever hit anyone, but it always the impression that he might. There was always the feeling that he might.
Mr. Hubert. Did his facial expressions change?
Mr. Armstrong. Sort of like.
Mr. Hubert. Did he curse?