Mr. Senator. In all reality, it didn’t bother me. I didn’t care what he said.
Mr. Griffin. He sort of treated you like you were his son?
Mr. Senator. Oh, no; no. He just didn’t like to have me drink; that is all. He felt I was wasting—believe it or not, here is a man with a club who felt I was throwing my money away, and he felt that I couldn’t afford to be throwing my money away.
Mr. Griffin. He took some sort of a brotherly or fatherly interest in you, or was this just Jack’s desire to dominate people?
Mr. Senator. Dominate? I don’t know if “dominate” would be the word. But as a friend he liked me; I will put it that way. He liked me as a friend.
Mr. Griffin. Is that because of anything you had done for him?
Mr. Senator. Well, you know, I did a lot of things for him, and, of course, he has done things for me, you know. When I was down and out he helped me out.
Mr. Griffin. You showed him a certain amount of loyalty and confidence.
Mr. Senator. Yes; you see, I don’t argue back with him. I don’t know if he likes this or not, you know. I don’t want to argue with him. So I “Yes” him to get the argument over with, because when he hollers at me he hollers from the rooftops. But when you hear enough of it, it didn’t bother me. It may have bothered a lot of people, but it didn’t bother me because with me I knew there was no harm that would be done. But the shrill of his voice, you know he was around. You could hear it.
Mr. Griffin. OK; let’s go on there on page 298 from where we were.