Mrs. Grant. He got a newspaper crew—sometimes he worked for the Call Bulletin, which is a famous Hearst paper, the Examiner, and sometimes he gave us the crew and he worked for the—there was a news—it was called the San Francisco News and sometimes we worked for the Chronicle. You see, there is a system——
Mr. Hubert. Well, when you say you worked for them, in what capacity?
Mrs. Grant. We solicited for subscriptions door to door. It was during the height of the depression.
Mr. Hubert. This was sort of a door-to-door operation that you and he had, was it?
Mrs. Grant. Well, he was a better salesman. He was always guiding me, you know, let me put it this way—there was good money in it considering the times, because they were paying 90 cents an order and we would go out and get 8 or 10 or 15 orders a day, which you couldn’t get in any other job, and our obligations were great. My son’s expenses were $65 a month and my brother helped support half of the fellows that didn’t work—who wouldn’t do this.
Mr. Hubert. When you say your “brother” you mean Jack?
Mrs. Grant. I mean Jack—Jack was the only one out there.
Mr. Hubert. When did you leave California?
Mrs. Grant. Well, I married Frank Grant in San Francisco in 1936, and I think we stayed around another year or a year and a half.
Mr. Hubert. But did you still reside with Jack then after you married?