Mr. Burleson. You know nothing about any such large sum?
Mrs. Grant. (Shaking head so as to indicate a negative reply.)
Mr. Hubert. She is shaking her head—the answer is “no”.
Mrs. Grant. Oh. I’m sorry; no.
Mr. Burleson. Mainly, the only things you know about personally or have heard about from other members of the family are the sale to the magazine of the story, which you have told us about, and the small amount you have told us about?
Mrs. Grant. Yes.
Mr. Burleson. And you know of no organization that has given any sum?
Mrs. Grant. Not that I know—they may be now—Earl is trying to talk to some organizations that he belongs to like B’nai B’rith, that he used to belong to—I don’t know. This is what I know—what I told you.
Mr. Burleson. All right, but you don’t know of any—say—labor unions or civic clubs or anything like that that have given any money?
Mrs. Grant. I’m sure—I’m sure they haven’t. In fact, wait a minute—Michael Levin, another good friend of the family—we know him only for 45 years and he’s my older brother’s friend since they were 14 years old and he has compiled a letter and is asking certain individuals that he knows—doctors, lawyers, big business people—to contribute, and when I talked to Eileen last, which was Saturday, she said, “We didn’t receive one—” some of them don’t even answer the letters and some say they haven’t got it or something else.