Mrs. Grant. Oh, yes; he was a partner in it.
Mr. Hubert. And he actually helped operate it?
Mrs. Grant. Yes; listen, I want to tell you, he did all the operating, and the truth of the matter is, had he not known how bad that neighborhood was—you see, I didn’t know, because I didn’t mingle with anybody and I didn’t understand about certain—what they call the tenderloin district, I never heard the word. He was mad that I got involved in that with so much money and then all this work—this struggle for 2 years—It took 2 and 2½ years or 3 years until they built the building.
Mr. Hubert. He came in what year—Jack did?
Mrs. Grant. He came right after he got out of service and it seems to me it was in 1948.
Mr. Hubert. And he stayed with you running this club for some time?
Mrs. Grant. I left shortly. I went on the road—I went on the west coast and I was selling fishing tackle for Harvey Phillips, and then I got another line—of radios.
Mr. Hubert. Well, is it fair to say then that when Jack came, you left—just about?
Mrs. Grant. Well, shortly after that.
Mr. Hubert. You sold out to him?