Mrs. Postal.

he wanted to know if I wanted him to cut the picture off, and I says, "No, let's wait until they get here." So, seemed like I hung up the intercom phone when here all of a sudden, police cars, policemen, plainclothesmen, I never saw so many people in my life. And they raced in, and the next thing I knew, they were carrying----well, that is when I first heard Officer Tippit had been shot because some officer came in the box office and used the phone, said, "I think we have got our man on both accounts." "What two accounts?" And said, "Well, Officer Tippit's," shocked me, because Officer Tippit used to work part time for us years ago. I didn't know him personally.

Mr. Ball.

You mean he guarded the theatre?

Mrs. Postal.

On Friday nights and Saturdays, canvass the theatre, you know, and that----then they were bringing Oswald out the door over there and ----

Mr. Ball.

Well, now, was this before they had gone into the theatre that this officer used the phone?

Mrs. Postal.

No, sir.

Mr. Ball.

It was after?

Mrs. Postal.

There was not one man walked through this theatre. They were running.

Mr. Ball.

Did the officers go in the front of the theatre?

Mrs. Postal.

Yes. Definitely.

Mr. Ball.

Did you go in?

Mrs. Postal.

No, sir; I stayed at the box office.

Mr. Ball.

You didn't see anything that happened inside?

Mrs. Postal.

No, sir.

Mr. Ball.

Did you see them bring a man out?

Mrs. Postal.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

How many men had hold of him?

Mrs. Postal.

Well, I----like I said, the public was getting there at that time, and the streets, sidewalk and around the streets and everything and they brought him out the double doors here [indicating]. I remember, the officer had his hands behind him with his chin back like this [indicating] because I understand he had been using some profuse (sic) language which----inside. I'd say four or five.

Mr. Ball.

Was he handcuffed?

Mrs. Postal.

I don't know, sir, because the officers were all around him and from the rear there and his hands were to his back.

Mr. Ball.

They were?

Mrs. Postal.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Ball.

And an officer had hold of him from the side?

Mrs. Postal.

Yes, sir; this way.

Mr. Ball.

With his arm underneath his chin?

Mrs. Postal.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

Did he have any bruises or cuts? Did Oswald have any bruises or cuts on his face?

Mrs. Postal.

No.

Mr. Ball.

You didn't see any?

Mrs. Postal.

No; huh-uh.

Mr. Ball.

Was he saying anything?

Mrs. Postal.

No, sir; as I said, that was my understanding, that is the reason that they had him like that, because he was screaming.

Mr. Ball.

But, you didn't hear him say anything?

Mrs. Postal.

No, sir. He couldn't possibly say anything the way they had him.

Mr. Ball.

What happened then?

Mrs. Postal.

That is when I really started shaking. I had never seen a live mob scene, that----

Mr. Ball.

Well----

Mrs. Postal.

They said, "What is going on?" And someone said, "Suspect," and they started in this way, just about that time I got out to the box office, back to the box office, and they stared screaming profuse language and----"Kill the so-and-so," and trying to get to him, and this and that and the officers were trying to hold on to Oswald----when I say, "Oswald," that man, because as I said, I