Mrs. Grant. Well, he came back a couple of times—Jack knew him from the Dallas Athletic Club. That’s how I got him in the first place.
Mr. Hubert. Well, did he quit working for you back last fall sometime?
Mrs. Grant. Well, call it quits—he quit a few times, I called him and he came; he is not the most intellectual man; he can’t read or write; he can’t sign his own name.
Mr. Hubert. But, in any case, he stopped working for you?
Mrs. Grant. Well, I fired him a couple of times and he came back. I don’t know how you would—it isn’t any quitting—he never showed up. In fact, he worked for me right around New Year’s again.
Mr. Hubert. You had nothing to do, as I understand, with the operation of the Sovereign Club or the Carousel, but perhaps you can tell us something about how those two clubs came into existence and what you know about them?
Mrs. Grant. Well, first, I wasn’t in town to begin with, and when I did arrive here, that club was in existence.
Mr. Hubert. Which one was that?
Mrs. Grant. That was the Sovereign Club.
Mr. Hubert. That’s on Commerce Street, isn’t it?