In some respects, the twelve men confined to a New Orleans hotel last week can expect no better treatment than Army recruits. For weeks they will live barrack-style, four to a room, at the Rountowner Motor Inn. A deputy sheriff will guard them even when they sleep. Only in emergencies will they be allowed to talk by phone with their wives—and then only after a sheriff contacts Judge Edward Haggerty for his permission. For their trouble, the jurors, who will eventually decide whether Businessman Clay Shaw conspired to kill President John F....
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