Mr. Ruby. Then I sold it.
Mr. Hubert. To whom?
Mr. Ruby. To Herschel Oliff, and the reason I sold it was I was manufacturing a line of novelties, and the Japan imports were just cutting down my business and I could see the handwriting on the wall, so I decided I had better get out while I can, which I did.
Mr. Hubert. All right. Then what did you do?
Mr. Ruby. Then I didn’t work for, oh, 6 or 8 months.
Mr. Hubert. I assume you were living off of the profits?
Mr. Ruby. Well, he was paying me.
Mr. Hubert. You mean the purchaser, Mr. Oliff, was paying you?
Mr. Ruby. Yes; he gave me so much down and so much a week so I was able to get along. Anyhow, at that time I became depressed and I was thinking of doing away with myself, so I went over to the veterans hospital in Chicago and talked to them over there, and they suggested I come in there, which I did, and I stayed a few weeks.
Mr. Hubert. You mean you were hospitalized?