Mr. Griffin. Can you describe the waitress that was on duty?
Mr. Senator. She was a woman about, I would probably say in her late forties or maybe early fifties, dark haired if I remember rightly, and I believe brown eyes. I don’t know how to describe her.
Mr. Griffin. Do you know a waitress there by the name of Helen?
Mr. Senator. Helen? A little short girl.
Mr. Griffin. I don’t know what she looks like.
Mr. Senator. Yes; I know one. The other is a little short girl I think by the name of Helen. I think it is Helen. See, now once in a while they wear badges but I can’t remember one from the other, outside of their faces. I always say hello to them. On the other hand, I never take that much notice of who’s who.
Mr. Griffin. Of course, the waitress who was on duty knew that you were Jack Ruby’s roommate, did she not?
Mr. Senator. I don’t think so. I don’t think she did.
Mr. Griffin. The people at the Eatwell knew——
Mr. Senator. Some know me but I don’t think this one knew me.