Mr. HUBERT. Of two of them, as I recall.
Mr. SENATOR. Of one apartment.
Mr. HUBERT. Yes.
Mr. SENATOR. Right. Then another apartment I lived in, the fellow, his
name was Frank Irwin.
Mr. HUBERT. Go ahead.
Mr. SENATOR. The other one was James Young, and the other one was—this
is all in one apartment. I can’t think of the other one’s name.
Mr. HUBERT. Have you seen them in the last few years?
Mr. SENATOR. Oh, the last time I saw any of them was around the latter
part of last year.
Mr. HUBERT. Even the man whose name you don’t know?
Mr. SENATOR. Even the man whose name I don’t know. I’m trying to think
of his name. I shouldn’t forget it. I think it is John.
Mr. HUBERT. Perhaps it will come to you in a minute. We will come back
to it.
Mr. SENATOR. I shouldn’t forget his name as long as I’ve known him. I
just can’t put my finger——
Mr. HUBERT. But you lived with those people at the Oasis?
Mr. SENATOR. Yes.
Mr. HUBERT. At various apartments?
Mr. SENATOR. Yes.
Mr. HUBERT. Until January or February of 1962 when you moved in with
Jack Ruby; is that correct?
Mr. SENATOR. Yes.
Mr. HUBERT. Where was Ruby living then?