Despite the low quality of talent that he employed in his scruffy striptease emporium on Dallas' Commerce Street, Jack Ruby claimedoften and loudthat he loved "class."
At the moment that the President of the U.S. was gunned down, Ruby, a fleshy, balding bachelor of 52, was sitting at a desk in the display advertising department of the Dallas Morning News, working on an advertisement designed to promote the outstanding virtues of his droop-bosomed Carousel Club strippers. Someone came in with the news of the assassination.
Ruby seemed incredulous. He went into another office to...
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