Mr. Peterson. That is it. Washington Post. Well, I got a little angry, told him not to say anything over the phone until we got back home.
Mr. Specter. Why did you tell him not to say anything over the phone until you got back home?
Mr. Peterson. Well, you don’t know who you are talking to over the phone.
Mr. Specter. Did you have any other reason in mind besides that?
Mr. Peterson. No; not at all. The only one I could recognize was the Dallas Morning News people we knew. That was fine, but anybody else, I don’t know who we were talking to. A lot of nuts would be calling you up.
Mr. Specter. Did you know anything about Mr. Ruby’s troubles with the American Guild of Variety Artists?
Mr. Peterson. Jack had all kinds of problems and troubles with unions and everybody else. Jack was like every other struggling nightclub owner who was trying to get along the cheapest way he could. That was it.
Mr. Specter. Does the telephone number Riverside 8-1434 in Dallas mean anything to you?
Mr. Peterson. Let me see. No, I don’t know. Probably does, but I don’t remember.
Mr. Specter. Do you have anything to add which you think would be helpful to the President’s Commission in any way?