{"object":[{"sourceId":{"label":"Source ID","value":"22542"},"creditline":{"label":"Credit Line","value":"Allen McCoy Collection/The Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza"},"labelText":{"label":"Description","value":"Handwritten notes of Jack Ruby trial juror Allen McCoy. These notes detail McCoy's experience being selected to serve on the jury but do not cover the trial itself. There are 18 pages of handwritten notes. The writing is on both the front and back of the pages and each page is numbered (1 - 36). \r\n\r\nJury selection for the Ruby trial began in early 1964.  McCoy's notes describe how he was summoned for jury duty in February and how he knew in his heart that he would be selected to serve on the jury for Jack Ruby's trial.  McCoy ran out of paper before the trial began.  The trial ended on March 14, 1964 when the jury found Jack Ruby guilty of murder with malice."},"invno":{"label":"Object number","value":"2002.050.0005"},"description":{"label":"Description","value":"The handwritten notes of Jack Ruby trial juror Allen McCoy. These notes detail his experience being selected to serve on the jury but do not cover the trial. There are eighteen pages of handwritten notes. The writing is on both the front and back of the pages, and each page is numbered (1 - 36). Pages 1 - 26 are on paper that measures 6 inches x 4 inches, and pages 27 - 36 are on paper that measures 11 inches x 8.5 inches. The pages are discolored and many pages exhibit small tears along the edges. \r\n\r\nThe transcript of the notes is below.\r\n\r\nPage 1:\r\n\r\n\"Sat Feb. 8 as I opened the mail box and took out the summons for jury duty on Feb. 17. I was not the least bit surprised and had know [sic] within my heart for the last month that I would be called and be assigned to Judge Brown's court. I knew that eventually I would be selected to set [sic] on the jury for the trial of Jack Ruby.\r\n\r\nThe week passed with a hollow feeling from within as I was anticipating the events that were to happen within the next two or three week [sic]. I knew that I had a duty to perform. I thought of the many possible ways that I could be disqualified.\"\r\n\r\nPage 2: \r\n\r\n\"1. I could say that I did not believe in capital punishment.\r\n2. I could say that I had a fixed opinion that could not be set aside.\r\n3. I could say that the fact that he owned a strip tease joint would influence my decision.\r\n\r\nThese and many other reasons and excuses entered my mind, however when I would ask myself if they were true I would always find that I had no solid excuse. I felt like I was a metal object that was being drawn by a magnetic force. The more I fought the more I knew it was wrong. I knew that I was being guided by God so I began\" \r\n\r\nPage 3:\r\n\r\n\"to pray. I asked His divine guidance to help me say and make the decision that that [sic] He would want me to. With His guidance I was content to wait for the events that I knew would happen. \r\n\r\nI told June that I knew that I would be selected for the trial, however I didn't talk to her and discuss how. I was very quite [sic] on the subject the remainder of the week except that I was in continual contact with God. \r\n\r\nMonday morning dawned as a bright day and as I was hurrying around to get ready to leave home for downtown Dallas, I had\"\r\n\r\nPage 4:\r\n\r\n\"no feeling of anticipating the unknown as I had know [sic] for weeks that I was to be selected. Now it was only a matter of time with long periods of waiting. Who can honestly object to the long period of waiting when the process of law is being ground out! After all when anything so grave as considering the charge of murder that could eventually have a bearing on the life of another human being, no one can be honest with himself and his God and say that he doesn't want to take all of the time necessary to eleminate [sic] all emotions and prejudice if possible so the defendant will get a just trial.\"\r\n\r\nPage 5:\r\n\r\n\"As each filed into the central jury room of the County Records Building at a few minutes before 9:00 AM the feeling was much the same as I felt in Nov of 1943 in the dark foggy night of San Francisco as I climbed aboard the Navy troop transport U.S.S. Republic. I knew that I had a duty that must be performed if I was to continue to live in this country with its many freedoms that I love. I did not know what was in the future then as did I [sic] this Monday morning but I did know that with God's help I would say and do the right thing and I would be able to understand\"\r\n\r\nPage 6:\r\n\r\n\"that whatever the outcome, it would be God's will.\r\n\r\nAfter C.A. Maxwell central jury Bailiff called the roll of 700 + on the panel.\r\n\r\nJudge Guittard explained that contrary to what some of the panel might believe, there was more than one trial that needed a jury. Also explain [sic] the rules for exception. When the first 150 [unreadable- but assume names] were called, I was as expected in that group. We were told to report to Judge Brown's court on the second floor. \r\n\r\nJudge Brown called the roll and assigned each a number as he called his name. My number was 39. After the roll call he asked for the mothers with children under 16 to come forward to the bench if they wish to be\"\r\n\r\nPage 7:\r\n\r\n\"excused because jury duty would require being away from home overnight.\r\n\r\nAfter all exemption [sic] were accepted Judge Brown told the first ten to remain and the rest from 11 thru 151 [?] were excused until 9 A.M. in the morning when they would report to the Civil Appeals Court on the 6th floor. Time approx., 12 noon. After returning home at 1 P.M. I called my office to see how they were making out (My supervisor and I were both out the office for the week, leaving only the secretary). After the call I lay down across the bed as I had a slight headace [sic]. After eating a normal\"\r\n\r\nPage 8:\r\n\r\n\"meal I watch the television program for Monday night. When the news came on at 10 P.M. I left the room as Judge Brown had instructed us to not see or read anything about the trial. After the 10 P.M. news I set [sic] up until after mid-night reading the Bible and praying for divine guidance.\r\n\r\nTuesday - Feb 18. 9 A.M., now begins the long wait. Sgt. Kennedy of the sheriff's office called the roll. then explained that we would remain in the civil appeals court until called. No. 2 thru 5 were down stairs waiting. at 9:30 No's [sic] 51thru [sic] 151 were excused until 9 A.M. Wed.\"\r\n\r\nPage 9:\r\n\r\n\"at 10:30 we all were released until 2 P.M. for lunch. [No Talk?] Went to eat with Max then walked around town. At 2 P.M. roll call then wait. 6 thru 10 report downstairs to wait. Wait, read, and play card [sic] and domino's [sic]. At 3:30 PM 11 thru 51 excused until 9 AM Wed. \r\n\r\nNormal evening at home with June and children Geri & Kathy. Kathy meet [sic] me at the door and wanted to play after I finished my evening meal I helped Geri with her homework. I still had the believe [sic] that I would be called when the [sic] questioned me. After long a [sic] prayer I went to sleep. \r\n\r\n9 A.M. Wed, Feb 19 - roll call\"\r\n\r\nPage 10:\r\n\r\n\"No. 51 thru 151 were excused until 9 A.M. THURSDAY. More reading, more waiting. Report was that no one had been selected yet. 5 thru 10 had been sent to the second floor to wait. 11 A.M. we were excused until 2 P.M. for lunch. I went to eat with Max C. then walked over to look at new Pontiacs. Return to 6th floor at 2 P.M. to wait. Roll call then 11 thru 15 were called. Later in the afternoon 16 thru 19 were called. At about 4:00 we were excused until 9 A.M. THUR. Still no one selected.\"\r\n\r\n9 A.M. Thursday. - Roll call No\u2019s 75 thru 151 excused until 9 A.M. Friday - \r\n\r\nPage 11:\r\n\r\n\"No. 20 thru 30 called downstairs. More waiting, more wondering, more reading, more card and domino playing. 11 A.M. Excused until 2 P.M. lunch Max C. was downstairs and not available so I ate lunch by myself. 2 P.M. Roll Call, No's 31 thru 36 called downstairs. Waiting, waiting, then Sgt. Kennedy told us that there had been one selection - Max C. no. 26 the 24th one questioned. More waiting then after 4 P.M. No. 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42 were called. We went down to the second floor to the 3rd Criminal District Court. Then wait. The rest were dismissed until 9 A.M. FRI., when they were to report to 2nd floor\" \r\n\r\nPage 12:\r\n\r\n\"3rd Criminal District Court. \r\n\r\n9 A.M. FRIDAY - Feb. 21 - Roll Call - No. 36, 37, 38 were called from the waiting room. No. 75 thru 151 were excused until 9 A.M. SAT. Clyde [Milano?], a friend of mine came by and handed me a box of cookies, saying that he thought I might get hungry. He was No. 140 +. \r\n\r\nThere was more feeling of anticipation now as I was the next one (No 39) to be called. At 11 A.M. we were excused until 1:45 P.M. As I knew no one left I went to eat by myself and then walked around in Sanger-Harris for an hour. 1:30 I was waiting in the court room\"\r\n\r\nPage 13:\r\n\r\n\"when Mildred McCollum asked if anyone wanted to play dominos [sic]. After a few minutes when no seemed to want to play. I sat down and told her I would play. We played one game which she won by 5 points. Roll Call at 1:45 - then we started another game. We told Sgt. Kennedy that if they called my number he would have to tell Judge Brown to wait until we finished our game. A few minutes later before the game was over he call [sic] No's 39, 40, 41. We were taken to the outside of the court room\"\r\n\r\nPage 14:\r\n\r\n\"where the jury selection was taking place. There we were told to take our place on the hard wooden bench besides [sic] No. 38. No. 37 was on the stand. At around 3 P.M. the bailiff came out and called my name.\r\n\r\nThen it was really hard to describe my feeling. I was nervous and had a few butterflies in my stomache [sic] but I still knew what was about to happen. \r\n\r\nOn the stand I was reminded that I had taken an oath to tell the truth to all questions asked of me. Then the questions began. Mr. Alexander of the District Atty office was the first\"\r\n\r\nPage 15:\r\n\r\n\"Q, name, address, how long at present address, where before that, where before that, occupation, employer, then qualification on death penalty.\r\n\r\nThen came the questions from Mr. Belli many of which were objected to by the prosecution. Not knowing what to expect in the questioning, I was rather surprised when they were all calm and to me seemed straight forward (Both from one side then the other).\r\n\r\nFinally, Mr. Belli arose and said \" I am going to ask that you be one of the jurors.\" Followed by Mr. Wade arising and saying \"I also would like for you to be one of the jurors.\"\r\n\r\nPage 16:\r\n\r\n\"Judge Brown asked me to raise my right hand then swore me in as the second juror, then I was quickly led away through the back door and up a winding set of metal stairs to the jury room by the bailiff Bo Mabra.\r\n\r\nAs we entered the jury room Bo hollered \"Hey Max I have you some company.\" Out of a small ajoining [sic] room emerged Max C. whom I had last seen on Thursday morning. Max standing there in his red air force jumpsuit coveralls was rather surprised to see me as he had been telling Bo in the morning to bring me up to keep him company. I have never seen anyone that was more pleased\"\r\n\r\nPage 17:\r\n\r\n\"to have company than was Max after having spent a little over 25 hours in solitary confinement. It was not quite that bad as Bo Mabra was with him at night in the jury quarters. \r\n\r\nNow began the long wait for more jurors. Max told me the procedure for a message to my family for clothes and supplies. Make a list of anything you want to be said then give it to Bo who will make the call for you and give you a message if you receive one. Outside of the Bailiff and any other jurors I was now cut off from the outside world except for newspapers that\"\r\n\r\nPage 18:\r\n\r\n\"have been censored to remove anything relative to the trial. I did get to see my family picture and what June said about me in the Saturday morning paper. \r\n\r\nSometime after 5 PM court was adjourned for the day with only two jurors. About 6:30 we (Bo, Max and I) walked up the street to a restaurant and all ate a large order of shrimp. With company after 25 hrs of solitude Max suddenly found his returned appetite! After eating we returned floor 7M [sic] and I was shown to the place I will call home for some time to come. What do you know - wall to\"\r\n\r\nPage 19:\r\n\r\n\"wall bed - when I lay down my feet are against the wall with my head against the headboard. I sleep with my legs bent. I have to make sure that I am awake in the morning before I get out of bed or I will land with my feet in the commode. Actually it is not quite that bad but I never have to worry about walking around without my shoes because they are always in the way if I get out of bed. The room is actually about 7' x 7' x 7' high with no [underlined] windows. It has one bed (short for someone 6' 4\" tall) one wash basin with mirror and one comode [sic]. The wall [sic] are all light dusty green. In addition to the individual room there is a lounge with fourteen comfortable chairs and a combination stove and refrigerator. We keep hot coffee all time [sic].\"\r\n\r\nPage 20:\r\n\r\n\"Now all is quite [sic; underlined twice] except for the noise of the water pipe there is not a sound. \r\n\r\nSaturday - 5:30 am - after a restless night which I suffered from integestion [sic] I was awaken [sic] by the bang bang of the jail doors which are on the floor below. I jumped out of bed, used a razor that belong [sic] to Bo, shaved then made a dash across the hall to the shower. To my surprise I found two temperatures of water cold and cold. With a bath, shave, and teeth brushed we left the building to find some breakfast (eggs & sausage) before returning to our confinement in the jury room. Saturday morning was the longest \"\r\n\r\nPage 21:\r\n\r\n\"four hours that I can remember. \r\n\r\nMax & I would stop every few minutes to listen for footsteps on the stairs which would indicate another juror had been accepted. This listening was all in vain because Bo came back sometime after 12 o'clock and told us the court was adjourned until 9 AM Monday. What a long week-end [sic] this would be. \r\n\r\nWe decided to go with Bo and get away from downtown to find something to eat. The three of us got into Josephine - that is Bo's car - and drove out to El Chico's in Inwood Village for Mexican food. From all appearances Max had his appetite back for good. The next few hours were spent driving around within the county just to\"\r\n\r\nPage 22:\r\n\r\n\"break the monotony of the close quarters. Around 5:30 we stopped by a grocery store and got some cheese, crackers, and salomey [sic]. Then went back to our room. By this time my integestion [sic] was bothering me again so Bo went and got some Gelusel tablets. After about 6 tablets and an hour of waiting I was feeling better so we ate in the lounge then read magazines until bedtime.\r\n\r\nSunday morning - 9:30 AM - I was rudely awaken [sic] by a loud hollering in the hall - \"Hey are you going to sleep until the court begins?\" I got up and made a mad dash to the shower - cold water\"\r\n\r\nPage 23:\r\n\r\n\"again. \r\n\r\nAfter the usual morning chores [underlined] we walked up the street to a hotel for breakfast. I ordered buckwheat cakes (these I don't recommend) and sausage which were priced about twice to [sic] high. This is sure going to be a long day. \r\n\r\nBo need [sic] some clothes so he takes us along as he drives out to Hutchins (his house) and get [sic] some shirts. The remainder of the afternoon was spent driving over the south end of Dallas Co. to pass the time away. At 6:30 we stopped at the Torch restaurant and all ordered Suflake' [sic]. We all would have enjoyed it but I told Max\"\r\n\r\nPage 24:\r\n\r\n\"before time [sic] that I thought it was goat meat. He said that it would be good if I hadn't told him it was goat.\r\n\r\nAfter returning to our rooms in Bill Decker's Hotel we read until around 10 PM. After I went to my room I studied the Bible for about two hours then prayed for some time before going to bed. \r\n\r\nMonday - Feb. 24, - Shower, shave, brush teeth, eat breakfast, return to jury room then wait. 9:00, 9:30, 10:00, 10:30 then after 11:00 we hear footsteps on the stairs. The next few moment [sic] are filled with exciting anticipation then in walks two ladies.\"\r\n\r\nPage 25:\r\n\r\n\"The lady Bailiff and Mildred McCollum. Now we can finish our domino game. Time 11:15 AM.\r\n\r\nMax & I were both elated that we now have company. We went out to lunch a few minutes later feeling better that [sic] we had a since Thursday as it now seemed that we would finally be able to get a full jury. Lunch - a full order of Enchaladas [sic]. On our return to court the first picture was taken of the jury members by the press. \r\n\r\nThe afternoon was long and filled with expectation however, at 5 PM. [sic] there were still only 3 jurors. At 6 P.M. we went out to eat. Now there were five - 3 jurors & [sic]\"\r\n\r\nPage 26:\r\n\r\n\"and [sic] two Bailiffs (Bo & Nell) Tyler. The meal was charcoal broil steaks. We returned to Bill Decker Hotel and talked until 10:30 PM. We ask Bo if we could have a radio to listen to the Clay-Liston fight and the Texas A&M - Texas Tech basketball game Tues. night. He said no, but would find the results for us. Before I went to bed I read the Bible and said a prayer. Thank God for the strength and courage he has given me and to ask for his continued help. \r\n\r\nTuesday A.M. - Get up shave, brush teeth, then take a hot shower, I found another shower in adjoining jury quarters. Breakfast of sausage and eggs\"\r\n\r\nPage 27:\r\n\r\n then return to jury room. Now begins the wait. Max & I taught Mildred to play Moon, then she taught us to play gin. All the time with our ear listening for the noise on the stairs. Finally at 10:00 we heard the sound then there appeared in the doorway the bewildered face of Gene - after warm welcomes and introductions we settled down to more waiting, as we now had enought to play 42 we soon had the dominos shuffled on the table then learned that Gene didn't know how to play. Lessons began immediately as we had plenty of time to learn the game. After two hands he was playing a pretty good game. Then almost unexpected we heard a noise on the stairs and there in the doorway appearing almost as welcome as Santa Claus was Doug Sowell. \r\n\r\n It was now time for lunch. Bo told us to get ready to have our picture made as all of the news photographers were waiting outside. As we started down the stairs from the second floor, a newsman was was [sic] anxious to follow that cut off Bo Mabra. Bo tell [sic] him to move back as he was the bailiff, at this he immediately stepped aside. Outside the building the photographers were so thick I could hardly see room to walk, however they did not slow down our movement in the least. Everywhere I looked I could see photographers - running behind, on our side, in the front, climbing poles, on fences, the side of the building, on a soft drink truck, in the middle of the street with traffic sometime stopped sometime going on both sides of them. It would have been a real comedy if the whole scene could have been on a film. Inside the Dallas Jefferson Hotel dining room we place our orders (I had hamburger steak) and were waiting when in came the photographers for more pictures. With the bright lights and cameras in our faces for close-ups we were not able to eat until after they left. On the way back was more of the same. The back in the jury room we had a long afternoon with no more jurors, only more games of 42 with Mildred reading a book. Anticipating that this would be the last night when we could all get into one car, we decided to get into Josephine and go out to the Flight Deck for Italian food. Everyone but me ordered meatballs and spaghetti. I ordered fried shrimp but changed my mind to \"            \" (meatballs and spaghetti). Back to our quarters, on\"\r\n\r\nPage 28\r\n\r\n\"the way up the elevator, all of the old jurors were causally talking of the elevator having trouble between floor, however neither Gene or Doug were concerned. \r\n\r\nBack in the quarters I set up my record player (June brought it down, also something to eat - cake, fruit & candy) listened to music, played dominos, drank coffee, and waited to hear the results of the ballgame and the fight. \r\n\r\nAbout 9:45 Max came in and asked us if were prepared for a shock, when we asked why he said that Clay won in the seventh round. There was much amazement and lots of talk. We never did get the results of the ballgame. Everyone went to their room. I read the Bible and went to bed. \r\n\r\nWednesday - Get up at around 6am to the clatter of the doors to the jail cell from below, then do the normal morning chores. As each juror was dressed and ready for breakfast he would go in the lounge, get a cup of coffee, then read the morning paper or at least what was left of it after Bo finished cutting it up. By looking at the newspaper that was cut to shreads [sic] it was not hard to project one's self back to the days of World War II in the South Pacific when all letters were given the same treatment, then given a photographic process called V-Mail. The results left only the address ledgable [sic] and that only part of the time. You can imagine the sight of me sitting there in the morning with only one eye open, a cup of coffee in one hand and the shredded newspaper in the other, trying to read B.C. on the comic page with only the first and last picture there. \r\n\r\nNow everyone is ready to eat so we are let out of our cells (the door separating the jury quarters from the rest of the jail is always locked). Ride the elevator down to the second floor. We always get out on the second floor and walk downstairs to the sheriff's office on the main floor. We walked across the street, ate our usual breakfast (sausage & eggs) then returned to the jury quarters to wait\"\r\n\r\nPage 29\r\n\r\nThis day was looked forward to with great anticipation. Max and I told Bo to bring us three more jurors this day as we had gotten one on Monday, two on Tuesday so we reasoned that we must have three on Wednesday. We settled down and made ourselves comfortable for the long day of waiting. Doug Sowell made the coffee as he was the last one to be chosen. Starting with Max Causey the rule was made that when we needed more coffee to be made, the brewmaster would be the last juror chosen. After the coffee was ready we (Max, Gene, Doug & myself) each got a cup and sat down to play 42. Mildred was making herself comfortable on a couch and entertaining herself with a book. With most of our conscience mind on the dominos and the remainder and all of our sub-consciousness listening for the sounds on the stairs we started playing. Max and I were in really good spirits now as it seemed almost certain that the jury would be complete before Friday. It was almost eleven o'clock before we heard the much awaited for sound of footsteps on the stairs. Thru [sic] the door at the foot of the stairs came Bob Fletchner (No. 99) followed by Bo. After the usual introduction and explanation of procedures, we told Bo that we still needed two more for the day. After Bo returned to the courtroom we proceeded to find out all we could\"\r\n\r\nPage 30\r\n\r\n\"about Bob. He was the most frightened of all of us jurors to date. I don't believe that frightened is quite the word, maybe it would be a combination of shock and concern. He had just accepted a new job and was supposed to report for the first day of work on the day that he started jury duty, so now he did not know if he would have a job or not. Later Bo call his boss [sic], and was informed that his job was secure. We now settled down not expecting another juror to be chosen before noon, so when we heard the footsteps on the stairs at a few minutes before 12 noon we only looked up to see Bo and Nell waiting to take us out to lunch, however this was not the case. Thru [sic] the door came Gwen English (#101) followed by Nell. Gwen was furnish [sic] the usual information plus the fact that she was now the new coffee maker. A few minutes later court was recessed for noon. Bo and Nell came to take us to the Dallas Jefferson Hotel for lunch. We informed Gwen that she would have to walk in the front as she would be in all of the pictures. Outside the building it was the same as it had been yesterday - photographers everywhere. They followed us all the way to the hotel then stopped. I thought we would get to eat in peace, then just as our meal was brought, they came\"\r\n\r\nPage 31\r\n\r\n\"inside and started to taking pictures. I thought that now I will really have to watch my table manners as I would be on National television. I would probably hear from Emily Post. Soon they are gone and we could eat in peace. I ate an order of enchiladas. \r\n\r\nThe return to the jury room was more of the same. I saw one photographer walking backwards as he was taking pictures in the front of us. He was so busy taking pictures that he back [sic] into a lamppost so hard that he almost dropped his camera. \r\n\r\nBack in the jury room we all were in high spirits and feeling that maybe by tomorrow we would have the jury complete. After all if we got two more this afternoon that would leave only three more for tomorrow. Max went to the window of the small setting room and started trying to get it open as it was getting hot in the jury room. The window was so dirty that we could not see thru it and we had assumed that it was permantely [sic] closed. To all of our surprise he was able to get it open. We all ran to see what was outside but were disappointed when we saw only about ten feet away the wall of another building. The wall had one lone window in it and thru this we could see the stairwell of another part of the Records building. and that was as deserted as\"\r\n\r\nPage 32\r\n\r\n\"a an [sic] army barracks when everyone has a three day pass. The area between the building walls was a natural pigeon roost and the pigeons did not pass it up. We all speculated on the possibility of dropping down two floor [sic] to the roof of the first floor which was between walls. From here you could go to the street but then you would have to jump down from the roof to the ground right in front of the sheriff's office. No one was really thinking of this but the talk was something different to talk about and Max and I had been lock [sic] up in here for almost a week with the prospect of many more in the future. \r\n\r\nAt somewhere near 3pm, we heard footsteps on the stairs then there appeared out No. 8 juror, Glen Holton Jr. (#103). We are now convinced that both the defense and the prosecution are determined to fill the jury as soon as possible, however the rest of the afternoon passed with no more jurors. We still feel good as this weeks count was one on Monday, Two on Tuesday, and three on Wednesday. I feel sure that we will have the other for tomorrow or at least three tomorrow and one on Friday. With this so the actual trial will start no later than next week/ Monday morning.\" \r\n\r\nPage 33\r\n\r\n\"with this feeling we were happy as we were on our way to eat our evening meal. We decided that we would go eat seafood (at Vincents). As usual with most everyone except myself, Bob and Gwen did not eat very much the first night after they were chosen. I think it might be called first night jitters or just that they were still in a state of shock. Glenn like me, just likes to eat so it did not affect him. The rest of the evening after eating was spent in our quarters telling the new jurors experiences, getting aquainted [sic], and telling stories to try and get them to relax. After about 10 pm everyone went to his room, I read the Bible had a long prayer then went to sleep. \r\n\r\nThursday - everything was normal except the excitement of expectation for the coming day. After breakfast we returned to the jury quarters to wait the expected first juror. Wait, wait, wait - as the hours go by this gets to be longer. The minutes get to be hours and the seconds seem to be minutes. By now everyone had learned to play 42 although Gene and Bob did not know at the beginning.\r\n\r\nAt near 12 o'clock noon we heard a door open then footsteps on the stairs. To our great disappointment it was only Bo and Nell coming to take us to lunch. We walked up to Joe Banks in a\"\r\n\r\nPage 34 \r\n\r\n\"quite relaxing way although we were disappointed at not having any new jurors. There were no photographers to-day [sic] because Judge Brown had ordered the press to quit taking pictures. The return to the jury room was quite uneventful except that there were photographers everywhere near the front of the building, but not one picture was made. \r\n\r\nThe afternoon started slow and continued to seem ever slower as it wore on with no juror. Everyone began to get restless, on cards, dominos, or 42, just setting talking, and with one ear to the door for a familiar sound on the stairs. At different times each juror got up and began walking floor much the same as an expectant father waits in the hospital for the birth of his first child. You know it is going to happen but you don't know when. Finally  I get a rubber band from Gwen, go to the window and start shooting pigeons with spitballs. We all talk about how we want our squab cooked. Finally we hear the steps on the stairs and in walks Bo with Jim Cunningham. Time 4:15PM and with only the first juror. This looks like a bad day after the good start yesterday. \r\n\r\nA little later or near 5PM [Bo and Nell come up and say that court has recessed for the day. We walk up the street to Vincent's for more seafood. Jim is now the\"\r\n\r\nPage 35 \r\n\r\n\"one that is not hungry.] [ the prior bracketed sentences have been crossed out on the note paper] There is a familiar sound on the stairs then in walks Bo with a woman that we have not seen before so we are expecting a new juror but wonder why she was brought up by Bo as Nell is the one that usually brings up the women. Soon we find out. This Rosemary - and she is only a substitute for Nell, who is home to check on her sick husband. We walk up to Vincents for more seafood, Now it is Jim who cannot eat because of shock. \r\n\r\nAfter returning to the quarters Rosemary wants to play 42. We play three games and by this time Nell has returned. We set around talking and someone bring [sic] up the Dorothy  [Kilgalen?] column from the evening paper. There is quite a discussion and kidding about it, as she described the frisking that she supposedly went through before entering the courtroom. It all had reference to Nell, Rosemary, and another woman deputy sheriff. Finally, Rosemary left and everyone went to their room. I stayed up very late tonight reading and studying the Bible as I was not sleepy. Finally at around 3am I said a prayer then went to bed. \r\n\r\nEarly Friday Morning I get up to do morning chores, bath, brush teeth, dress, etc, then\"\r\n\r\nPage 36\r\n\r\n\"go into the lounge to wait for everyone to get up. I start listening to the record player and reading last nights paper. After what seemed like forever and I estimate by the number of records played that it was about two hours, Bo got up and went to the kitchen to get our coffee. This was at 6:15am. This is going to be one long day. \r\n\r\nAfter breakfast we return to the jury room and wait, then wait, then wait but still there is no new jurors. Noon come [sic] when we all walked to the Dallas Hotel for lunch. At an intersection a [sic] old car came by with a Mexican driving, he said something that we did not understand. In a few minutes he came by again and this time said some curse words to the jury however Bo did not hear him. When this was told to Bo he said that we should have called his attention to it. Now after eating we return to the jury room for more waiting. We all tell Bo that we want him to bring us two more jurors this afternoon. He said he would try. \r\nAllen McCoy\"\r\n\r\n[The following text appears below Allen McCoy's notes \"Last entry - (asked Allen why he quit writing - said he ran out of paper. 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