Mr. Griffin. Let’s take it after he got out of high school.
Mr. Rubenstein. Harry Epstein was one, a business promoter. Sam Gordon on the west coast now, very wealthy man, a business promoter.
Mr. Griffin. How about Ira Kolitz?
Mr. Rubenstein. He knew Ira from the Lawndale; he knew Ira.
Mr. Griffin. But they weren’t close?
Mr. Rubenstein. Leave me tell you something now so you people understand. Ira Kolitz comes from one of the finest families in Chicago. His father was a banker on the west side. But living on the west side you are next door—your next-door neighbor might be a hoodlum, you don’t know. Maybe Ira Kolitz went to school with Jack, it could have been. Maybe they hung around the same poolroom together. I was in the Army with Ira. How much Jack hung around with Ira, I don’t know. I know Ira had a couple of taverns downtown; that I did know. Whether a tavern owner is a hoodlum that is another category, that I don’t know.
Mr. Griffin. How about Marty Gimpel?
Mr. Rubenstein. He died; poor Marty. Marty was a nice guy; worked for the post office for many years, saved up a nice piece of change, went down to Dallas, Tex.; they tried to promote homes, build homes, out of log cabins. They built one, they sold it and that was the end of that deal as far as I know.
Mr. Griffin. Was Marty friendly with Jack during the thirties?
Mr. Rubenstein. I don’t know. I imagine; yes.