Mr. Hubert. The telephone records, as you know, show quite a number of calls between you.
Mr. Paul. They don’t?
Mr. Hubert. They do, and I was wondering just what those calls were about.
Mr. Paul. Well, every day he would find something else he would like to do—he would think of doing, or the union didn’t do right by him, the AGVA, or the girls didn’t do right—that’s why he called me almost every day.
Mr. Hubert. You mean he would call you if he had trouble with the girls?
Mr. Paul. If he had trouble with any of the girls, he would call me.
Mr. Hubert. If he had trouble with the one—with the Weinsteins, he would call you?
Mr. Paul. Yes; and the AGVA people—you see, they’ve got a board of directors and each one takes a part, and if this one doesn’t do right—that was almost consistently—he called on that.
Mr. Hubert. When did you first hear that the President had been shot?
Mr. Paul. On Friday—I was working. It was the lunch hour, you know, and lunch hour is our busiest hour. I’m always there on the lunch hour, and my landlord’s son called me on the telephone and told me the President was shot—they got it on the radio, and so I turned on the radio and then we all listened, everybody in the place naturally, because there was some excitement—people hollered and cried all over the place, and then everybody was listening to the radio to see what the result would be, and at 2 o’clock I went home, or a little after 2—generally I stayed until 2 o’clock on Friday. A little after 2—and when I got home Jack called me and he said, “Did you hear what happened?” I said, “Yes; I heard it on the air.” He says, “Isn’t that a terrible thing?” I said, “Yes; Jack.” He said, “I made up my mind. I’m going to close it down.” I said, “Well, I can’t close down, I’ve got an eating place.”