Mr. FOWLER. Jack, let me interject right now, again, as your attorney—I
advise you not to answer this question.
Mr. RUBY. Clayton, I’m sorry, I’ve got to answer it. I’ve got to,
because, believe me, it means an awful lot to me. I didn’t want—I felt
so carried away—that at that particular time of the great tragedy, I
felt somehow in my little bit of a way I could save Mrs. Kennedy the
ordeal of coming back for trial here.
Mr. SPECTER. All right, fine, Mr. Ruby. That’s the same answer to
that general question that you gave when the Commission heard your
testimony, and we shall phrase that in an appropriate question for the
polygraph examination. Now, will you proceed, Mr. Herndon, with our
next series, please?
Mr. HERNDON. Do you want me to rehearse the ones that are prepared?
Mr. SPECTER. Yes; just our prepared series, and we will take these in a
sequence and we will cover everything else later.
Mr. HERNDON. All right, I’ll go over these for you again, Mr. Ruby, so
that you understand the intent of the question and what it means.
“Did you get a Wall Street Journal at Southwestern Drug Store during
the week before the assassination?”
Mr. RUBY. No.
Mr. HERNDON. “Was the Wall Street Journal addressed to a Mr. Bradshaw?”
Mr. RUBY. I don’t know.
Mr. HERNDON. Well, that one, we’re going to have to rephrase. “Do you
know if the Wall Street Journal was addressed to Mr. Bradshaw?”
Mr. RUBY. I haven’t read a Wall Street Journal in the longest time—in
years, probably.
Mr. HERNDON. Do you wish to keep that question in, Mr. Specter?
Mr. TONAHILL. Jack, was there a man named Bradshaw, your landlord?
Mr. RUBY. No; Houston Nichols was my landlord, but I know a Bradshaw.
He used to be in the pinball game machine business.
Mr. TONAHILL. A jukebox man?
Mr. RUBY. Yes; everybody knows him.
Mr. SPECTER. What is his first name, Mr. Ruby?
Mr. RUBY. I don’t know, but he owned a liquor store and he’s a pretty
successful businessman.
Mr. SPECTER. Was a Wall Street Journal addressed to Mr. J. E. Bradshaw,
dated November 16, 1963, in your car at any time?
Mr. RUBY. No, sir.
Mr. SPECTER. Have you ever heard of any such Wall Street Journal having
been found in your car?
Mr. RUBY. No.
Mr. SPECTER. We will rephrase that question too. Let’s try this: “Do
you have any knowledge of a Wall Street Journal addressed to Mr. J. E.
Bradshaw being found in your car?”
Mr. RUBY. No; did they find one somewhere in my car?
Mr. SPECTER. Proceed, please, Mr. Herndon.
Mr. HERNDON. “Did you or any of your friends telephone the FBI in
Dallas between 2 or 3 a.m. Sunday morning?”
Mr. RUBY. How could I—I was incarcerated? Oh, Sunday morning?
Mr. HERNDON. Some people might refer to that as Saturday night.
Mr. RUBY. I don’t know. I know I went to bed about 1:30, so I can’t
answer that.