Mr. Ruby. Ira. He was smoking when the Star Spangled Banner was playing and my brother insisted he put out his cigarette, that it wasn’t in good taste to be smoking when the Star Spangled Banner was being played.
Mr. Griffin. Your brother didn’t approve of smoking either, did he?
Mr. Ruby. No; he didn’t smoke at all. Well, neither do I, for that matter. But this I didn’t find out about until a couple of months ago because I ran into this party in Chicago, and you know talking about these things, and he says, “How could they accuse your brother of being a Communist”, and then he related this incident to me. He says, “I remember, you know at the stadium when this happened, and he actually insisted I put the cigarette out.”
Mr. Griffin. Did Jack in your dealings with him, did he strive to be important and did he strive for recognition, things like that?
Mr. Ruby. I would say, well, he tried to be a success. He always wanted to be a success in life.
Mr. Griffin. What was his idea of being a success?
Mr. Ruby. Oh, having a family and being happily married and earning a steady living.
Mr. Griffin. Did he talk to you about his desires to have a family?
Mr. Ruby. Oh, yes; on a few occasions. Once when he had financial failure and he was terribly depressed back in the early fifties, I think, he came to Chicago. He was just terribly depressed and he says, “Well, it looks like it is the end for me.” And, you know, he had no—he was penniless, and I tried to help him out again there. I was trying to look around for a business for him, to be truthful with you because we were doing pretty well, making a living, a good living, and I thought I could help him out but he decided to go back to Dallas again.
Mr. Griffin. Well now, there have been reports that Jack was the kind of a person who liked, who wanted everybody to know him and liked to be a big shot, some people might say. Did you have any experiences with him that would indicate anything about those kind of observations?