Mrs. POSTAL. I was listening to KLIF, and I was down in the little box office, and they kept saying that Parkland hadn't issued an official report, that he had been removed from the operating table, and everyone wanted to surmise, but still hope, and it was after this that they came out and said that he was officially dead. Mr. BALL. But, you didn't hear that when you were in the box office, did you? Mrs. POSTAL. Yes, I did. In fact, I was just about--it was just about the time all chaos broke loose. Mr. BALL. Now, did many people go into the theatre from the time you opened at the box office until about 1:15 or so? Mrs. POSTAL. Some. Mr. BALL. How many? Can you give me an estimate? Mrs. POSTAL. I believe 24. Mr. BALL. Twenty-four? Mrs. POSTAL. Fourteen or twenty-four. I believe it was 24. Everything was happening so fast. Mr. BALL. You had sold about that many tickets? Mrs. POSTAL. That's right. Mr. BALL. What was the price of admission? Mrs. POSTAL. We had three. Adults 90 cents, teenager with a card is 50 cents, and a child is 35, and you have a pass ticket. Mr. BALL. It is cheaper that time of day than other times of day? Mrs. POSTAL. No, sir; we don't change prices. Used to, but we don't. Mr. BALL. Same price? Mrs. POSTAL. Uh-huh. Mr. BALL. Now, did you see anybody go in the theatre--well, did you see any activity on the street? Mrs. POSTAL. Now, yes, sir; just about the time we opened, my employer had stayed and took the tickets because we change pictures on Thursday and want to do anything, he--and about this time I heard the sirens--police was racing back and forth. Mr. BALL. On Jefferson? Mrs. POSTAL. On Jefferson Boulevard, and then we made the remark, "Something is about to bust," or "pop," or something to that effect, so, it was just about--some sirens were going west, and my employer got in his car. He was parked in front, to go up to see where they were going. He, perhaps I said, he passed Oswald. At that time I didn't know it was Oswald. Had to bypass him, because as he went through this way, Oswald went through this way and ducked into the theatre there. Mr. BALL. Let me see. Had you ever seen this man before then at that particular theatre? Mrs. POSTAL. Not that I know of, huh-uh. Mr. BALL. A police car had gone by just before this? Mrs. POSTAL. Yes, sir; going west. Mr. BALL. Its siren on? Mrs. POSTAL. Yes; full blast. Mr. BALL. And after you saw the police car go west with its siren on, why at the time the police car went west with its siren on, did you see the man that ducked? This man that you were---- Mrs. POSTAL. This man, yes; he ducked into the box office and--I don't know if you are familiar with the theatre. Mr. BALL. Yes; I have seen the theatre. Mrs. POSTAL. You have? Well, he was coming from east going west. In other words, he ducked right in. Mr. BALL. Ducked in, what do you mean? He had come around the corner----