Mrs. Rich.

town. One attorney I particularly remember was a fellow named Sy Victorson, who subsequently became my attorney, and a personal friend.

Mr. Hubert.

And what?

Mrs. Rich.

And a personal friend.

Mr. Hubert.

What was your salary there?

Mrs. Rich.

I don't remember. $50, $60 a week, I guess.

Mr. Hubert.

Did you have any tips?

Mrs. Rich.

Sometimes.

Mr. Hubert.

Do you remember a man by the name of Andy Armstrong or Andrew Armstrong?

Mrs. Rich.

The name Armstrong doesn't ring a bell. I guess, if my memory serves me correctly--wasn't the colored man that cleaned up around there, Andy?

Mr. Hubert.

Is that the way you remember him?

Mrs. Rich.

I wouldn't swear to it. I do know we had a colored man cleaning up, but I would be darned if I remember his name.

Mr. Hubert.

You think it may have been Andy?

Mrs. Rich.

I can't remember. I wouldn't even dare venture a guess. In all honesty, I would have to say I can't really put a face to the name.

Mr. Hubert.

But there was a colored man there?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes; there was a colored man that cleaned up.

Mr. Hubert.

Did he stay on in the afternoon and at night?

Mrs. Rich.

I don't remember.

Mr. Hubert.

What were your hours?

Mrs. Rich.

I believe I would come in around 3, 4, 5 o'clock, I think, sometimes I would come in at 6, or 7; I would work straight through to midnight.

Mr. Hubert.

Was this cleanup man present when you came in?

Mrs. Rich.

If I came in the afternoon, yes, the colored man was there. As I say, in all honesty, I could not dare venture a name on that.

Mr. Hubert.

But you don't remember any colored man who was there helping at the bar in the night hours?

Mrs. Rich.

You don't notice them. I mean they are there. If you have been a bartender, you would know what I mean. You don't notice people like that. They are taken for granted they are there, you have a bar helper. Heck, I don't remember.

Mr. Hubert.

Well, what you are saying is that you do not remember that there was any colored man who assisted with the bar at night.

Mrs. Rich.

I will be darned if I can even put a face to whoever did bring the bottles and stuff out to me, the cases.

Mr. Hubert.

Your answer to my question, then, is that you do not remember that there was a colored man other than the cleaner that you mentioned.

Mrs. Rich.

Well, he did everything. I do remember he lugged beer cases out for me. I think if my memory is right---I think he stacked my cooler for me.

Mr. Hubert.

Would he leave before you?

Mrs. Rich.

I don't really remember. As I say, these people you take for granted, you don't pay any attention to them. I never gave it a second thought. I had one thing on my mind, and it went against my grain. I was doing something I knew to be illegal, and I knew I needed the job. Every night I expected a raid. That was my prime concern.

Mr. Hubert.

Would you know a man by the name of Ralph Paul?

Mrs. Rich.

Ralph Lee?

Mr. Hubert.

No; Ralph Paul.

Mrs. Rich.

If he is the one I am thinking of, he was the manager at Earl's Club.

Mr. Hubert.

Earl who?

Mrs. Rich.

Earl's Club. I don't know what Earl's last name was. I forgot. It is a private club in Dallas. But I knew him as Ralph Lee. Oh, I don't think it is the same one. Again, I would remember people if I saw their faces. Names I don't remember.

Mr. Hubert.

Did you know a person by the name of Eva Grant?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes.

Mr. Hubert.

Who was she?