LADIES' HOME JOURNAL BOOK BONUS. MAY 1970

By ROBERT BLAIR KAISER This book not only brings back with overwhelming force a dark night in American history, but pro- vides new insights into the murder of a man who might have become president. Few men, if any, know more about the assassination of Senator Robert F. —and about his killer, Slrhan Slrhan—than writer Robert Blair Kaiser. it so doubtful that any reporter has ever been permit- ted to penetrate no deeply into a major murder case. Kaiser was the only writer Sirhan'a attorneys K allowed to interview the assassin's family and friends, to attend defense counsel's maharanee with Sidman. to confer closely with paychlatrista brought Into the case. Kaiser had access to police and FBI Ales—and to Sirhan himself. He visited Sleben In his roil until the convicted assassin was !sent to San Quentin Prison. where he now waits. condemned In die in the gas chamber. In exchange for this unprecedented entree, Kaiser paid $34,1100 toward Sirhan's legal deleose MUST and contributed his services as an Independent investigator. "I am not at all sure that every case would lend Itself to such personal bonaFremont by • reporter who is trying to write about It," Kaiser admits. "In this ease, however, I got what I wanted —aentia to the assasidn—without having to One up my own independence." ma -RN masa a, ammo Kohn.. es Wb .. ma tan*, r oana. a Ca. CaparIgat 0 1111 **Mare Lam Paragma w Cara. Caw * 110. aalsaa. IF' 163 Senator Robert Frencis Kennedy frowned at nos who had helped him win in California. "Bob," bassador—a 90-minute drive from his home. After the Ambassador Hotel's odor TV as Walter Cron- he said, "you're the only white men in this come six more hours of work, trying to 'control drunks, -kite patiently explehied to the nation that there try they tenet." Kennedy smiled. break up fights and keep young children from was a news delay in California_ The trouble tiny FrankMankiewiee rushed in to say that it was making Into the Embassy Room," Cesar was as- in , land of instant everything. County time to move toward the Embassy Room, where a signed to escort Senator Kennedy to the Colonial Obcials had decided to let emnputere add up the more-than-capacity crowd of 1,800 waited. Room. Now, in the pantry, he grabbed Kennedy's Democratic primary votes, but the machines Kennedy went back into the bedroom to make right arm and started pushing back the crowd. weren't delivering. one last check with Fred Dutton- the points he Lien Lynn Urea, a dark-haired teenager who Senator Kennedy was not amused. Los Angeles ought to make in his victory speech, the =nee was a Kennedy volunteer in San Diego, had gone was the key to California's 174 delegates, to the of the people he ought to thank. , to the kitchen during the victory speech "ta mot Democratic National Convention, perhaps to the three months pregnant with her eleventh child, off." She wee still in the pantry when Kennedy Presidency of the United States. And now, at ten was lying clown fora brief not. entered, and she turned as he came toward her. o'clock on election night, June 4, 1968, no one "Ready?" asked Bob, Valerie Schulte, a etudent at the University of knew what Las Angeles voters had done that day. "Ready!" said Ethel, rising brightly. California at Santa Barbera, hobbled in behind The Senator shook his head and wondered Into Steve Smith was talking to the people in the Kennedy (she was on crutches) and saw him stop n crowded bedroom to the other half of the hotel Embassy Room when Kennedy appeared, and the tat front of the kitchen boys. suite. He plopped down an the dear with a nigh, crowd roared its approval of the Senator, and of "Senator Kennedy was smiling," said a bus hugged his knees, and leaned back against the Ethel, eon-tanned and pretty hi a white, sleeve- boy, Juan Romero. "He held out his hand and I wall. Someone gave him a small cigar and a light. lees Courregees dress, shook it." Kennedy moved on a step or two. More people piled Into the room. Kennedy wan- Kennedy's talk was a disjointed mixture of turned to his left, shook hands with a waiter and dered around the suite again, then went out and the serious and the absurd_ He wanted to ac- then with a kitchen porter. stood in the corridor. Several reporters had been knowledge those who had helped in a medal Out at the corner of her eye, Lisa Lynn limo waiting there on the chance that Kennedy would way. He wanted to entertain the crowd. And he noticed that a alight young man in front of her appear. One slatted talking about the campaign wanted to throw in a sober message for people was reaching acmes his body with his right hand. that lay ahead, and about "the politician." who were watching all over America. These were Subconsciously, the thought he was getting ready "I like politicians," Kennedy said quietty. "1 his lad public wards: 'We can work together to shake hands with Kennedy. But when be con- like *idea. It's an honorable adventure." He (despite} the division, the violence, the dion- tinued the motion, she said to herself, "He's reach- paused. "That was Lord 'Tweedemuir," Kennedy chantetent with our society, the division between ing for a rut" She saw him take a alight step paused again. "You don't remember Lord Tweeds- black and white, between the pour and the more forward. teath-7" None of the reporters seemed to remem- affluent, ar between age groups or over the war Juan Romero noticed someone to his left, smil- ber. Kennedy was pleased. Ha delivered a brief in . We are a great country, an unselfleh ing and reaching a hand toward Kennedy. There lecture on John Bucher.. Berra Tweedamuir, the country, a cornpausicmate country. And I intend was a gun in that hand and it was "approximately Scottish author and statesman, 'fie wrote The to make that my basis for running. . So my one yard from Senator Kennedy's heart." Thirty-Nine Steps, you know, and several others. shoals to all of you, acrd now, on to and Lisa Lynn Unto HAW no gun—just "flames corn- And that he was GI:Werner General of Canada. lees win there" ing from the tip of his hand." Ha said, 'Politiog is on honorable adventure."' Someone started to chant, "We want Bobby! Curiously, Freddy Plimpton saw no gun, either. Kennedy savored the expression Than he went We went Bobby!" end the crowd took it up. She'd been following her husband George through back 'made the mite, into the bedroom, and There was a interment's beeitatlen on the stage the pantry, and was still behind Kennedy when hunched on the edge of the bed, looking small, Someone wanted to lead Kennedy to his left, she saw him shaking hands with the kitchen help. vulnerable, edgy, tired. Hie son David kissed him Then Kennedy gave a alight jump; his hands an the cheek and sat down dose to him on the bed. went to the aide of his face "as if to push some- A week before, Kennedy had lost the Oregon CHVIERO thing away," Freddy Plimpton's recollection of primary election to Senator Eugene McCarthy. the gemman is vivid: "His eyes ware narrow, the And here in California, in the last of the 1968 pri- WRAPPED lines on his face were heavy and set and he was maries. McCarthy held the early lead. But CBS completely concentrated on what he was doing. predicted a Kennedy victory, and NBC finally THE ROSARY I did not see a gun. I don't know why I didn't forecast that Kennedy would win. Television ,AROUND See a gun" producers,ureed him to claim the election But Valerie Schulte saw it. "Kennedy turned Kennedy stalled_ What if the projections were SENATOR back to shake hands and I was pushed sideways wrong? He took eon* time to talk to his advisers KENNEDY'S and forward. And then I saw this gum It was a —to Dick Goodwin, to Pierre &linger, his brother small gun. It looked like a cap gun." John's former press secretary, to Jesse Unruh, LEFT THUMB. Maned G. Lubic, is Hollywood television ex- leader of his California campaign, Heil to Frank ecutive, stood at Kennedy's right. He heard a Mankiewice his own press secretary. He phoned voice cry, "Kennedy, you son of a bitch," then Kenneth O'Donnell, a long-time Kennedy adviser, heard two allots. in Massadsteetta. O'Donnell would be Being West Cesar, the armed guard, also saw the gun. "1 In the morning for a strategy aeseion: he thought through the Embassy Room past a queue of pretty saw a hand sticking out of the crowd between two Kennedy could get the nomination for president litKennedy girls costumed in red, white and blue. cameramen," he says, "and the hand was holding "I think I may," said Kennedy. Indeed, his two bodyguards, Bill Barry and Refer a gun." Cesar, blinded by the brilliant lights, The nomination would go to the man who could Johnson, were helping to clear the way. Edward moved toward the gun, then saw a red flash came aqueeee the delegates to the Democratic national Mirleilarl, a headwaiter, started to lead Kennedy from the mumele. "1 ducked," says Cesar, "because convention, and the man who could do that beet off to the right But Karl Crocker, a maitre d'hôtel, I was as close as Kennedy was. When I ducked, was Kennedy. Only he could call in same of the took Kennedy's right hand, parted the gold cur- I threw myself Of balance and fall back against political debts outstanding from the edgainiatrie tain behind the rostrum and led the Senator off the iceboxes, and the Senator fell dawn right in don of his brother, John F. Kennedy. the rear of the platform directly toward the ser- front of Me Hem on the fifth floor of the Ambassador Hotel vice pantry. Freddy Plimpton believes the first shot hit Sen- in Los Angular were many of those closest to both Uno Timanson, a hotel &SOO, got in the lead, ator Kennedy in the arm. Most other witnesses Kan,tedys: Bob's wife, Ethel; his sister Jean and motioning frantically to Decker, who pulled Ken- remember two shale in rapid succeoion, then a her husband, Stephen Smith; Sallnger; Fred DM- nedy along. They turned into a dim corridor and pause, then three more. "I was about three feet On. one of Bob's campaign chiefs; Ted Sorensen, passed through the double doors of the service behind and to the right of him," says photogra- an aide to John Kennedy and an adviser to Bob, pantry while Kennedy's entourage rushed to pher Boris Yaro of the Lee Angeles Times, 'and too. And some new faces were also there—the catch up. "Slow dowel" cried Frank Burris an I was trying to find his head in my camera view- black faces of Roosevelt Grier, the massive tackle attorney and close friend of Jesse Unruh. "Slow finder when I heard what I thought were two ex- of the Los Angeles Renal football teem, and Raise down! You're getting ahead of everyone." plosion's. My first thought was, 'Some jerk has Johnson, the decathlon champion of the I464 Bill Barry, the el-FBI man who had guarded thrown some firecrackers in here.' " Olympics. Kennedy closely during the campaign, was lifting Headwaiter Edward Miaaaian, who was on There were in addition the alert faces of writers Ethel Kennedy down from the stage 'Tm all Kennedy's right, saw a flash and heard two shots. Theodore White and Budd Schulberg; the patri- right," sisk1 Ethel. "Stay with the Senator." Barry Then Cocker, the maitre d', leaped on the man cian faces of George Plimpton, the author, and his toned and alerted for the pantry. with the gun. "I immediately grabbed the man's bride, Freddy; and the strong face of John Glenn, The one man who might have eared Kennedy's gun hand," says Clacker, "and pushed him onto the first American astronaut to orbit the earth. On life, an armed guard who was at the Senator's the steam table. During this time he continued to this night all the faces were happy. They were side when he reached the pantry, was hardly in fire the gam." part of the team, almost as much a pert of the condition for heroics. Thane Eugene Cesar had "1 pushed the two of them against the serving family as young David, Michael, Courtney and worked a ball day on his regular job as a main- table," says Minasian. "The ahota continued. , who were there with their tenance plumber at Lockheed, an the 7 A.M. to People grabbed the suspect. I saw the fel:low be- springer spaniel, Frecklea 5:30 sm. shift. He no sooner arrived home than hind the Senator fell; then the Senator fell" The In a small bedroom of the Royal Suite, Seim]. Isle boas at the Ace Guard Service phoned and weamded man behind Kennedy was Paul Sdnade, berg re mndedi Kennedy of the blades and calm- told him to show up that evening at the Am- West Coast director of the United Auto Workers lee Union, who thought be had run iota a bolt of limey, Mks biter As Barry spoke, he released the meths, who continued to struggle. Kieit pum- lightning. his hold. The tusellant seised the gun again and meled him in the chest and kicked him in the Hecker had his right arm around the essiel- another struggle beast lame. Booker Griffin, an organizer from Watts, ant's neck and his left hand on the man's right Barry fought !!:rough the crowd gathering started dumping at the as.m.,..ein's neck, and others wrist after the second shot—or possibly the third. around Kennedy. "Put that gun away," he said seemed to be hying to twist his head off as it IIe trued ' to push the gun away from Kennedy, to Thane Cahn the security guard. Berry put the hung over the edge of the metal table. "We don't with little success. Hecker tried to slam the roan's coat lying next to Kennedy under the Senator's want another Dallas," shouted Jesse Unruh, pull- gun hand against a nearby steam table and cried head. ing away some of those who were trying to strike true "Get his gun! Get his genie Then the dues Juan Romero, the bus boy, was cradling Ken- the prisoner, "We don't want another Dallas." stopped and he told Minarean, "Get the police! nedy's head with his right hand. "Come on, Mr. Unruh climbed up nn the steam cable and Get the police!" Mire:mem ran for a telephone. Kennedy," he sea "You ran man it." Ken- emrted an impromptu speed,. "If the system Bill Barry was hurrying through the crowd nedy's lips moved. Romero says he seemed to say, works at all," he said, "we are going to try this io catch up and aim hie cue-ternary pace Immedi- "Is everybody all right?" Someone next to Ras ately in front of Kennedy. He was perhaps six mem swirl_ "Throw that gum away, Mr. Kennedy" Several doctors reached Kennedy's side and feet away when he heard a sound "111w a fire- Romero started to reach for the wad of chewing called for air. Dr. Abe clamped the ice pack on cracker." He datrged through the crowd. struck gum in Kennedy's mouth, but then he thought the Senator's head. Dr. Roes Miller loosened out with his fists, then got a headlock on the he'd better not. Kennedy's right eye was open and the Senator's tie. Another man unbuttoned Ken- man being held by Hecker. his left eyelid mowed up and down. His right fist TS1VS shier, Someone took off his shoes. An am- At the sound of the shots, eel-potmd Roosevelt was raised as if he were clutching at something. bulance was said to be on the way, and the doe- Grier pushed Ethel Kennedy to the flare and coe- Richard Aubrey, o. postal clerk, knelt next to Ken- Wes decided they could de no more for Kennedy rced her body with his, a huge human shield. nedy sod said a prayer. A young man named at the moment- They looked at the four others Moments later, he was seen kneeling next to the Danny Curtin bent over Kennedy and recited the who had been shot: Paul Schelde, 43, whose head steam table, his head in his hands, sobbing, "Oh, Act of Contrition: "Oh my God, I am heartily reeled on a white plastic campaign hat; Ira Gold- no! Oh. nor sorry for having offended Thee . . ." Curtin stein, 19, hit in the left hip; William Weisel, 30, to the dim light of the hallway, near the double handed he rotary to Romero, wbo wrapped it an -emaciate Broeclooeting Company associate di- doors leading to the pantry, Refer Johnson heard around Kennedy's left thumb and folded his land rector, wounded in the abdomen; and Mrs. Dim. a sound like "a bursting balloon." A second or over it_ Kennedy brought the rosary up to his berth Evans, 43, who had been wounded In her two later, he heard another bang. He plowed chest. foteehead- Erwin Stroll, 17, hit in the knee, had through the crowd and entered the pantry just as ftielea.rd Tuck, another Kennedy campeign already been, put en a taxi by his friends and sent Bill Barry hit the little men with the gun. John- aide, hnd pushed a path through the crowd for to the hospitaL son SSW Paul Sthrade lying on his back with a Ethel Kennedy. Before dm got to her husband, she Back en the steam table, Joseph La Hive tried bloody hole in he head, and Senator Kennedy heard newsman irn Goldstein moaning, "What to get the gunmen's feet off the noon He lifted one struggling to get up, Kennedy's right hand moved happened to Kennedy? What happened to that leg and gave it a savage twist. "Stop," the mart in a slow are from his head to his side. Blood so-andeor Ethel stopped and scolded hen, said. "you're hurting my leg." At least he spoke flowed from his head below the right ear, his "How dare you talk about my husband that way!" English, cheek and his deeet were stained with it, and Goldstein says she slapped his fare. "Why did you do it?" Refer Johnson shouted red pool had formed on the dirty concrete floor, "I'm sorry, lady," Goldstein protested. got in the man's ear, Kennedy stared at Johnson for a moment. shot, too." No answer. Hugh J. McDonald, Kennedy's assistant pram Ethel softened "Oh. I'm sorry, honey," she Johnson glared fiercely into his eyes and asked secretary, took of his jacket and placed it next said, and kissed trim ea the cheek_ again: "Why did you do it?" Again no answer. to the Senator's head. Rater Johnson moved to- Finally, Ethel reached Kennedy's aide. She Johnson clenched hie fist end pieced the beck of ward the man with the gem, who was smuggling pushed Romero away and started talking to her it on the young men's forehead. "Why did you du with Hecker and Barry. husband in a low, soothing Yoke. Hie jaw worked_ it?" be growled. Jim WAWA, a burly television cameraman, was He wan trying to speak Ethel left his side for a Someone thought be heard the assassin say: on the floor, slapping it with his hand and scream- moment and with more presence of mind than "Let me explain. I can explain" But someone else ing, "My God! My God! No! No!" His sound meet of the screaming mob in that pantry, found told hint to shut up. And he did, Grier had pinned man, John William Lewis, was shouting in his a towel, filled It with ice hem an ice machine, the assassin dawn on the table. Even so, someone ear, "You've got to :shoot, Jimmy, you've gut to and more back with it just as Dr. Stanley Also suggested tying the prisoner with a rope. shoat!" arrived "Don't tie him," said Grier, "The police will Andy West, a radio reporter, had more aplomb. Dr. Abet premed his ear be Kennedy's chest. he here soon." He burst into the room, tuck in the scene before The Senator's breathing was quite ahallow. Dr. At apprcoimately 12:15 AM., Petrohnen Tra- Mete and flipped the switch on he portable tape Aho found one steuill wound beck of the right eat: vis White and Arthur Place aria, cruising on Wil- recorder. "Senator Kennedy has been shot! dona- it seas hardly bleeding. He took Kennedy's pulse. shire Boulevard, heard a radio call ordering an- tor Kennedy has been shot Is tine possible? Is It was slow, possibly because of "cranial pres- other police car in the area to 3400 Wilshire, that passible? ..." sure." Alm probed the wound with his finger to where there hod been a shooting. White said, By thee. Frank Burris and Warren Rogers. an woka it bleed. "That's the Aruhasserlori Let's go!" editor of Look Magazine, had joined the macabre "Oh Ethel, Ethel." Kennedy moaned. Ethel When the two offieere reached the hotel, ene dame in the middle of the floor, spinning down patted his heeds, "It's okay." she said ployees took them to the kitchen area. Said one the mom to the last of three steam tables. Gabor "Am I ail right?" he asked. employee: "He's right here and they are killing Kadar, a Hungarian refugee, vaulted onto the "You're doing good," said Dr. Abo, -1-14 am- him" White and Placencia saw the struggle on table and mobbed the hand of the mare holding bulance is on its way." the steatretuble. Johnson and Grier were fighting the gun_ To dislodge the gun, be shimmed the "Ile ambulance is cemaing," said Ethel off people "milling around the suspect and puach- aseassiat's 'rand against the table several times, Kennedy took her right hand and brought it to ing and kicking him." The peps heard cries of without slime's. the rosary on his then. More and more people "Kill the bastard! Kill him!" The man they were Andy West's tape and the sound track of Jim streamed into the roam. The air became very looking for was spread-angled on the table, and Wilson's film—for Wilson had now gotten to his heavy. Dick Tuck took off his mat and started to Jesse Urine) had a knee in his hack feet—recorded the- cacophony of the moment. fan the Senator. Other policemen arrived. Officer William Non- Screams, shouts of "Oh, my Code' end "Jesus "You'd better go see where the damn amhu. ley leaned over the table, snapped one handcuff Christ" and more ciereatne and "Somebody get a lance is," Barry said to Tuck_ "Or how it can get on the man's left wrist, but had 1:m13141 Beam doctori" In the middle of this ehace—by now, at its." hold of the right, Unruh wouldn't let go. either least 70 people had come into the room—them Amuse the room, Rater Johnson lunged for the week' Grier. were two centers of activity: one around Kennedy gun, grabbing it by the barrel with his left hand "We are pollee officers," said White. "We are sod the other around the gunman. Roosevelt Grier held the butt Incredibly, the rue- taking him in." He and Placencia rolled Grier of From his vantage point an the floor, Thane satlant still had his finger in the bigger housing. the captive and the nom sweet( for air. Cesar watched others pile on the man with the Joseph La Hive, president of the Van Nuye, charge you with responsibility for the man," gum Then he rose, drew his own gun and moved— Calif., Democratic Club, was also grubbing at the said Unruh. But he kept hanging on to the too late—to Kennedy's cede. "to protect him from gun. "Let me have the gun. Let go, Rosey. Let go, prisoner. !tattier attack," Hafer," la Hive gime:ed. One policemen gave Unruh a violent push and Jack Gallivan, one of the Sonateel aides, and "Slant up!" cried Johnsen. Then be shouted to started to move through the crowd. "All right," George Plimpton attached themselves to the Grier, ''Let me have the gun." said Uhmle, "you can take him, but I am coming, twisting pile of men struggling for the gun. No one La Hive lot go of the barrel and chimed In too Mamma and White moved of with the knew whether there were more bullets in it "Take "Let Refer have the gun." prisoner, and Unruh kept his hand an the hack of care of the Senator," Gallivan said to Barry. "I Johnson shouted at Grier again, "Raley, give the man's neck. "This one is going to fare trial," can handle him." Earl Williman, a TV electre me the gum" Grier pulled and twisted—the little shouted Unruh. ".Nothing is going to llamas to den, jumped onto the steam Webs and tried to aseeestn's strength was fantastic—end fleetly got him He Is going to pay. We aren't going to have stomp on the hand holding the gun. Suddenly, control of the gun. He gave it to Johnson, who another Delete.' the weapon was free, lying right on the table. put it in his met pocket Decker, Grier, Gallivan, White led the way through the Colonial Room Barry celled to Roceevelt Crier, "Take him, Plimpton, Buries and Rogers continued to hold and into the red-carpeted lobby. Placencia was 155

right behind him with the prisoner. They started The malice cur sped out the drive, red lights ambulance sped away toward Central Receiving down the twisting stairs to the ground floor. Pla- flashing. Art Placencia thought his prisoner Hospital. °engirt looked back and saw a horde of people looked "smirky.- "I want to know what happened," Behrman behind him. He didn't know why they were angry. PLIcericia turned on his finahlighit and looked again asked Ethel Kennedy_ Just ae the police led the suspect away, Richard into the young man's pupils, which were anted "I don't give a damn what you want to know," Tuck arrived with the ambulance driver, Robert and remained so despite the light in his eyes, in- said EtheL FIuismaus, and a bulky attendant, Max Behr- dicating to Placentia that the gunman ems either Behrman shrugged. He says he picked up some man. Bath were dressed leo police officers, ex- drunk or drugged. gauze compresses and applied them to the bloody cept for shoulder patches reading "medical atten- Teases White noticed what. Placenta was doing. side al Kennedy's head. He says Mm. Kennedy dant." They wheeled their stretcher up to Ken- "You'd better give hum his rights, partner," White slapped him for this. Then she culled Bill Barry nedy. Hula:man took the Senator's free Sehrmare said. in the front seat and asked him to throw Behrman his heed. Meese:es informed the man of his theatine out because "be's asking too many questions." "Keep your hands oft him. I'm Mrs. Ken- tional right to remain aerie to have counsel prem Barry tried to crawl right over the seat, but nedy," Belli-ram says Ethel Kennedy said. ant, and to be provided with free legal advice. Hultman, the driver, pulled him back. "Take it °We see here front Central Receiving Hospital, After Placer rea read the fornsule, he asked, "Do easy," he said, "we're almost there." Emergence, Section. We are here to help you," you understand your rights?" At Central Receiving Hospital, Dr. V. Friesen mid Bobetnan. The suspect mumbled something. Placenein Bezilistrakes, one doctor an duty, waited. "/ don't care who you am," said Mrs, Kennedy. read the formula again. "Do you understand A taxi pulled up. A young man climbed out and Somebody else said to hurry and get the Senator vain rights?' he deirtandel. limped aver to hen. It was Irwin Stroll. an the stretcher Merman moved in roughly and "Yee" said the suspect. "What are you here for?"' said Dr. Bazileinkas. put a blanket under and around Kennedy. 'De you wish to remain silent?' "I got a bullet wound." said Stroll. "No, please don't," said Kennedy. "Dan't lift "Where was that?" me up." Placenta addressed Unruh in the front stet. "Al the Ambassador," said Stroll. Helensan and Behrtnen each grabbed an end of "By the way, who did he shoot?" Dr. Bazilauskee sighed with relief. Then it the blanket and heaved it on to the stretcher. "Bob Kennedy," said Unruh. wasn't Kennedy. It was just this young man and Barry told them, "Gently, please, gently." But his wound was insignificant In the next instant, they bumped and banged their way through the Jahn Howard woe a big man with a sandy crew Central Receiving's ambulance unit G-18 pulled kitchen pantry to the elevator, where Rater John- cat said a sunny, carefree disposition that belied up to the dock. Behrman and Hulsman pulled son stood guard. Johnson allowed six persons to the weight of his resperisilailidea as thief of the a stretcher out of the vehicle and wheeled it get in with the etreteher bearers: Mrs. Kennedy, District Attorney's Special Investigations Division. up to Dr. Enerilausicas, with Ethel Kennedy trail- AM Barry, Fred Dutton, Blanche Whittaker, He had prime administrative duties in an office ing closely_ It ern Senator Kennedy. and he was site of Jim Whittaker, the mountain climber, of some 200 lawyers and served as the 11.A.'s unconscious. Warren Rogers and Dick Teak. chief attorney before the County Grand Jury. Dr. Baeilauskas told n nurse to leek after Stroll Pete Hamill, a New York writer, looked at his On this election night, he was in the Plush and followed Kennedy. The crowd pushed around watch. It was 12i32. Seventeen minutes getting Horse Inn, in Redondo Beath, with a friend the stretcher and Behrman struggled through a Kennedy out He looked at rho peal of blood on Lynne Frazee_ MI of a sudden, an the TV screen tangle of television news-crews. Miss Betty Eby. the floor. Kennedy's blood. Could he survive that a reporter MRS trying to roll the world that some- nursing supervisor, and another nurse, Mrs. Mar- south loss of blood? body, pease:de Senator Kennedy, had been shot garet Jane Lighte,ey, tried to pull the stretcher At 3:31 A.M. Eastern Standard Time, President in the Amtessador Hotel. into the treatment room while the newsmen and Lyndon B. Johnsen was awakened in his White "God. not again!" said Howard, a Kennedy House bedroom by a phone call from an aide, Democrat. Walt Whitman Bestow, who told tern that Senator Without waiting for confirmation, ha dashed to Kennedy had been shot in Los Angeles The his ear and sped to the D.A.'s headquarters. By ATHER," President turned on his console TV—three sepa- the time he got there, his car radio had told him ETHEL rate screens, one far each network—and put in a that Kennedy—and others—might have been ern-t- tall to the Secret Service. He wanted agents dis- inny wounded. He rolled a platoon of prosecuting KENNEDY patched immediately to protect all presidential attorneys down to headquarters and headed for TOLD THE candidates and than females, No, he didn't have Central Receiving Hospital. legal authority to do so. Yes, he wits going to ark PRIEST, "SAY Congress to give it to him in the morning. Officers White and Plecencia took their prisoner to the Rampart Street police station and put him A PRAYER In the elevator, Max Behrman bawled out in- in Interrogation Room B, a bare cubicle with a FOR HIM." structions. "Please lower your voice." Ethel Ken- smell table. a few rental chairs and a microphone nedy said, but Behrman went right on shouting. Imbedded in the wall. White searched the mile Blanche Whittaker, infuriated, gave Behrmen a over; he found four $100 bills, one 56 bill, four 31 light tap on the mouth. bilis, 1L68 in flange, a comb, a cm keys a David "Don't do that again, lady." he growled, "or Lawrence column clipped from the Pasadena In- camera crews hauled it back to get more pictures. somebody will get a crushed bead." dependent Star News, two unexpended .22 caliber A policeman finally broke up the tug-of-war and The elevator reached the ground floor, Bahr- the:ridges, one copper-jacketed slug, a song sheet the hospital personnel got Kennedy into Treat, man and Noisome propelled the etrotcher down a handed out to Kennedy supporters at the Am- men I. Roam 2. concrete ramp. "Somebody grab that thing," cried bassador and a newspaper advertisement for a Lie, Bazilaustkae shouted. "Get him on the tablet Barry. Warren Rogers teethed out and slowed the Kennedy rally on June 2„ Get him on the table!" The stretcher was still stretcher down. Sergeant John S. Locker entered the room and being moved into position, but Bazilauskaa was "For Christ's sake, let go!" shouted Behrman. asked Jesse Unruh to step outside. J eetrer as- impatient_ He placed his hands under Kennedy's Rogers held on, signed. Sergeant E. H. Austin and Officer P. len hips and started to lift him. At thin, the oxygen "Only Mrs. Kennedy rides with him," said Willoughby to guard the prisoner. Lee Angeles tank, which was at the foot of the stretcher, clat- Behrman. Fred Dutton ehoved pare him and Police Department brass started pouring into the tered to the floor. "Let on do it properly," Nurse joined Mrs. Kennedy inside the ambulance. So station and Sergeant Bill Jordan, the night-watch Eby cried. The ambulance attendants seized the did Blanche Whittaker. Belem= got is cemmander of Hamper[ Street detectives, trek sheet Kennedy was tying on and dipped him on "I belong in there, too," said Barry. over. He told Willoughby and Austin to wait to the treatment Lahle. "Don't be no rough," cried Rogers grabbed him and they both got in the outside. Ethel Kennedy. "Don't be so rough." front seat next to the driver, HaLeman. Ethel Ken- nedy signaled Father James Mundell, a Maryknoll In the ambulance with its siren wailing and red The prisoner was exasperatingly num. Jordan priest and close friend, to fallow the ambulance. lights flickering, Barry pleaded for a smooth ride. told him of hie right to remain silent. The prisoner Behrman picked up his call book and turned Ethel Kennedy bent over her husband and made Wok the admonition seriously: he would not tell to Ethel Kennedy. "Just fee the remade," he said, a motion with her band, nothing it quickly up and the !eremite his name. "I have to know whet happened." Mrs_ Kennedy down her throat. It seemed to say, "He can't Jordan turned to the itema taken from the raid she didn't rare whet he had to Imow, Behr- broethe." Fred Dettoe turned to Max fiehnuan, young man's pockets. "I went to count this in man says she grabbed his tell book and threw it who endabed a clans plastic breathing mask front of you su that you are satisiled that this is out the rear of the ambulance_ When he lifted the Senator's head, Brennan the right amount." Jerden fingered tech of the insists that Ethel Kennedy told him to keep his items taken and named them. The interrogation In front of the Ambassador Hotel, where the hands off her husband. He says he ignored her. rooms of the Los Angeles Police Department are police were ready to take the assassin away, a Haughey. according to Warren Rogers, Behrmen all wired for sound; every word uttered is tape- crowd of people started screaming and singing stretched the elastic attached to the mask over reCorded "for the record." Jordon was getting the forward. Officer Placentia pushed his seeped into Kennedy's head. scraping acmes the bullet wound prisoner's property "an the record." the back seat and climbed in. White took the behind his ear. Ethel shivered with horror, then Jordan mode a seemed search of the prisoner, wheel and Jesse Unruh jumped in beside him. asked, "How de you know the air is on?" who winced when the sergeant grabbed his leg. "Let's get out of here!" cried Linea. "You tun hear it," said Beim:rem And the tan "'Barry,' said Jordan. -What happened?"

lee had-.I bad mentioned it to Officer 3949." does," Cuneo explained. Then he called his peso- "I want to be awake and alert," she said. "Sorry, what was that?" ciate, Dr. Not Dawns Reid. Dr. Reid arrived, and he and Dr. Cuneo went "I don't know his name, sir." The prisoner Father Thomas Pea ha, n young assistant pas- down to radiology with Dr. Scanlan to look at didn't know the names of the officers who took tor at St Basil's Church an Wilshire Boulevard. the Senator's X-rays. The tams showed that one him in, but he remembered their badge numbers. was driving home from a sick call when he heard bullet had passed through some soft tissue in the "You mentioned what?" Jordan asked. on his car radio that Senator Kennedy had been right armpit Another had penetrated the armpit, "Mentltmed to him my ankle and my knee-my shot He drove directly to Central Receiving Hos- burrowed upward through fat and muscle, and Imre." pital, gained surprisingly quick admittance to the lodged just under the skin of the neck two centi- "Okay," said Jordan, "I'm very sorry. be Receiving Room and saw Kennedy lying on his meters from the spine, No real problem here. But as gentle as possible. If I get in an area that's cm- back with a white sheet revering his body and an a third bullet had shattered inside the skull and comfortable, you tell me" He told the prisoner oxygen mask over his mouth. With a word to some of the fragments were very deep. Dr. Cuneo to sit down and brought Austin and Willoughby Ethel Kennedy, who sat calmly on a high stool, believed that the bullet bad also penetrated or back into the room. and a nod to Father Mundell, he anointed Ken- tarn the lateral ainus, a large blood vessel, and They came in and stared at the prisoner He nedy's forehead with a hit of oil-a short form that fragments of the mastoid bane were scattered stared bark at them. of the aemareent of Extreme Unction. "Don't into the brain. worry," Father Peacha said to Mrs_ Kennedy. There was only one thing to do: operate as Kennedy's eyes were glazed and be didn't seem "He'll be all right" soon as the Senator could take it, remove the to be breathing at alL Ethel stood at his aide. Dr. "Father," she said, very calmly, "say a prayer bleed clot that was surely forming inside the Bazilauskas listened through a stethoscope for a for him." skull, and remove as many pieces of the bullet heartbeat, then began alapping Kennedy's face. The doctors applied polyerparin ointment to the as they could find. "13obl Bobl Bob!" he shouted. There was no Senator's eyes and covered them with eye patches. Cur e° and Reid went back upstairs. Kennedy's response. In a coma, the eye may not reset to humps and heart and respiration were now stable, and all "His pupils are not dilated," said Nurse Eby jolts in ordinary ways. The ointment and the vital signs were good. They talked to Ethel Ken- hopefully. The doctor began pressing his palm on patches were protective precaution. Ethel Ken- nedy again. "Now we know what we have to do." Kennedy's chest. Miss Eby detected a slight ha. nedy-uncomfortable with Behrmari-entrusted a said Cuneo. gurgling breath and turned to Mrs. Lightsey for promise from Dr. Holt that he would stay with To those around him, Canon may have seemed some suction tubing. Miss Eby applied the tube the Senator all the way, something he intended Tice a man of steel. As a brain surgeon, he had to to Kennedy's mouth, then Lifted the heart-lung doing in any event. They were ready to move, but be strong. But he felt an overwhelming sense of machine from its table directly behind her. there was a security problem outside. The crowd responsibility. "This man could have been our Dr. Albert C. Holt, a surgeon, entered the room had become a mob. People were chanting, "We next president," said Cum°, "He was the brother and prepared to administer the intravenous want Bobby! We want Bobby!" The police wanted of John Kennedy, The father of ten children. fluids. He suspected they would have to transfer Behrman and Hulaman to drive their ambulance And millions of people who loved him were look- Kennedy to Good Samaritan Hospital for sun to another entrance. ing over my shoulder." gerY. "No," said Dr. Holt. "We have no time for Dr. Holt tested Kennedy's reflexes. His toes elaborate security measures Senator Kennedy "Do you speak English?" Officer Willoughby curled normally In response to a touch on the hen a bullet wound In his head?' asked the prisoner. soles of the feet, but taps an the knees brought The doctors and nurses, with the Senator on a No reply. During the long silence that followed. hyperacsave jerks, indicating brain damage. etretcher, hurried down a passage cleared by po- Willoughby and Austin had a chance to observe Mire Eby suggested an immediate transfer to licemen to the waiting ambulance. Dr. Holt car- the man who had tried to kill Kennedy. He was Good Samaritan Bazilauskas and Holt agreed, ried the bottles of intravenous fluid and, once in dark-ekinned and had thick lips, wild. dark hair and told Mrs. Lightaey to warn Good Samaritan- the ambulance. cradled Kennedy's head in his and intense brown eyes_ He had a bruise on his Dr Hull asked her to get Dr. Henry Cunco, one hands. Mrs. Kennedy sat next to him. Senator forehead and a cut near his left eye; his clothes of the best brain surgeons in Los Angeles, on the Kennedy's sister Jean and her husband Stephen were in disarray. telephone and, since a around bullet might have Smith also squeezed in, and the rest of the Ken- He complained about the handcuffs binding his preetreted the cheat, to contact the chief thoracic nedy entourage followed in other vehicles. Pierre arms behind hire "These are tight," he said. surgeon at Good Samariton, Dr Bert Meyers_ &stinger and hie wife Nicole rode on the back "What happened to your leg?" asked Wil- Miss Eby asked Ethel Kennedy if she wanted of a police motorcycle. It was 12:67 A.Y. In three loughby. a priest. "Yes," she said minutes-at exactly 1 a.m.-they wheeled Sena- The prisoner didn't answer. Mrs. Kennedy asked a policeman to let Father tor Kennedy into the Hospital of the Good Sa- "It's going to be a long night" said Austin. Mundell come in. The policeman looked at Mun- maritan, where a spotlight shines steadily an a "Yeah, you said it," said Willoughby. He dell, who was wearing a blue blazer and gray large white tare on the roof nine stories overtired. searched himself for a cigarette. slacks, and didn't believe he was really a priest The Senator was taken to the intensive care "May 1 stroke?" asked the prisoner. He wouldn't let him in. unit. where two resident surgeons. Dr. Irmiside The two officers glared at him. After a long "Look." said Ethel. "I'm . . . you know, Mrs. and Dr. Hubert Humble, alerted blood tranefu- pause, Austin spoke. "What color are his eyes?" Kennedy." glom and a tracheotomy-a throat operation to He was making out a description far his report. "I," said the policeman, "am a policeman.- open the windpipe and make way for a tube lead- "Brown,- said Willoughby. Ethel blinked hard. She was not prepared at ing to a pump dist moves oxygen in and out of the "How much do you think he weighs?" this moment for an °facials cop and pushed him lungs. The tracheotomy was successful: Kenne- "Oh, 140. How much do you weigh? 1407" aside. When he wheeled and hit her in the chest dy's blood pressure decrereed front 280 to a more "How much do you weigh?" asked Austin. with a forearm blow, bystanders mobbed him, and normal 140. "1413? 150? 130? I20? 110? How tall are you? Ethel pulled Father Mundell Into Treatment At 1:10 A-14-, Dr. Cuneo arrived and examined Makes no difference to me. I'm only a peon here." Roam 2. Mundell gave Kennedy sbeolutthn, a the Senator. There was an obvious gunshot wound "1 like your humor, air," the prisoner said with short English version of the traditional formula, in the right mastoid. A dark red splotch behind a smile. "1 absolve you from your sires . .," then stayed the ear, still running, indicated Intracnutial bleed- The three of them sat there. And sat "I hate to at Ethers side. ing. From the ear itself °oxen) bloody spinal fluid, sit here and say nothing," said Austin. "Are you Dr, Illazilauskaa had ordered adrenalin for a indicating a banal fracture of the middle these of married" No reply. heart needle, a loos, wicked-looking instrument. the skull. Two bullet wounds In the right armpit "Do you have a family?" No reply. "We're all but after glancing at Ethel Kennedy and listening seemed unimportant, but the head wound was people, you know. You got a girlfriend? Boy. again to Kennedy's heartbeat. he ordered the trouble. friend? Friends?" No reply. "Did the detective adrenalin to be injected into the Senator's arm Dr. Meyers. the hospital's thief thoracic SW, tell you that you have the right to remain silent? instead. In moments, Kennedy's heartbeat sound- goon, joined the team working on the Senator. Did he?- No reply. "Did he tell you that? Do ed better. Dr. Etaxilauakaa turned to Mrs. Ken- Dr. George Griffith, a cardiologist, taped elec- you understand that? Do you understand? Do you nedy and offered her the stethoscope so she could trodes to Kennedy's chest and extremities ha order or don't you? Shake your head no if not, or shake hear for herself. She listened and nodded. At this to monitor his heart- Dr, Jahn Zaro, an internist, your heed yes if you do." point Dr. Holt was called to the telephone. It was continued' to moraine the blood supply. Dr. Rob- The prisoner stared at Austin impassively. Dr. Cuneo. ert Scanlan, chief of the hospital's radiology de- Willoughby sighed. "Silent Sam," he said. "Senator Kennedy has been shot in the head partment, brought in a portable X-ray machine At 1:30 ass., Bill Jordan came back and broke and the cheat," said Dr. Holt to survey the Senator's skull. spine and chest. up the staring mach. First round to the prisoner. "Oh God, you don't mean ill" exclaimed Cu- While the pictures were being taken, Dr. Cimeo Now they would move him downtown. nee, who had been asleep. gave Ethel Kennedy a preliminary report Officer Willoughby and Sergeant Jordan hus- "We'd hire to take him to Good Samaritan," "Extremely critical," said Omen, and he told tled their man down a rear stairway to the under- said Dr. Holt. her there wee "intracranial injury." But he was ground garage where Sergeants Frank Putebett "ni see you there." said Came He immedi- impressed with the Senator's improvement since and Adolph Melendres were waiting in an un- ately phoned the supervisor of the intensive care the tracheotomy. "His blood pressure has gone marked sedan. They pushed the prisoner, still unit at Good Samaritan and told him to have the down, his heart is beating strongly ... his color is handcuffed, into the back seat. Patchett, followed resident in thoracic surgery, Dr. Paul Ironside, by an escort car, pulled out, avoiding the knots begin a tracheotomy as soon as Kennedy ar- Ethel Kennedy almost collapeed, but quickly of curious and angry citizens who had guessed the rived. "I may not get there before the Senator recovered, and refused a sedative offered to her. restrain might be at the Rampart Street etation. Id Four minutes later the car arrived at Parker At 3:15 A-11., police officer, took the prisoner to Kennedy friends come and go, their faces lit by Center, headquarters of the Los Angeles Police Interrogation Room 1. John Howard and Bill flickering red flares and the eerie white lights of television trucks perked in the street. A police Department, and parked in the basement garage. Jordan were there. "Hi:" said HOWSI'd. car, its siren screaming, delivered Sensor Ed- Police officers were waiting there; others were in "Hello," said the prisoner. Howard motioned ward M. Kennedy, who had swooped down at the elevator, along the third floor corridor, and far him to Join them at a wooden table. The pris- Central Receiving Hospital in an Air Force heli- outside the doors at the Homicide Division. The oner eat lightly in a chair and complained about copter. message had moved through Parker Center: "They the clothes he'd teen given. "I wish you could ac- After Refer Johnson had satisfied himself that lost their man in Dallas. We won't lose ores" commodate me more," said the priether seriously. there was nothing more he could do for the Ken- In the Homicide squad room, Sergeant Patchett He said be didn't look very presentable. °Mae, he had a policeman drive him to the Ram- asked. "Who are you?" He got no answer. An of- Sergeant Melendres joined them. "There," said part Street police station, where he handed in the ficer came in to take fmgerprints. "II you'd give Melenrires, "he looks better, all cleaned up nice." assassin's weapon. It was an eight-shot, Ivor- us your =me," said Patchett, "you'd save us an .Melendres, Jordan and Howard all smiled erweet• Johnson .22-caliber revolver. There were eight awful lot of work." He got no answer to that, ly. The prisoner had called for them. Maybe he'd either. "What's the matter," said Patchett, decided to talk. empty cartridges inside. "ashamed of what you've done tonight?" Yes, he did want to talk, but not about Robert Henry Osman, a student at East Loa Angeles "Hell, no!" said the prisoner, loud and clear. P. Kennedy. He wanted to talk about the Kirscitke Patchett shrugged, then went off to transmit the case, in which the death penalty eventually had Junior College. sat watching television. Maybe the man who shot Kennedy was the strange little prisoner's fingerprints to the FBI lab in Waahing. been reduced to life imprisonment. guy he and his friend, David Mantellano, bad ton. Other officers took the prisoner to Room 319, Said Howard, "Yeah. we were talking about seen practicing at the San Gabriel Valley Gun which was bugged. He asked for a drink of water. Kirschle, weren't we? How coma you followed Club. The news broadoeste said the prisoner was Sergeant Jordan got him a glass of water, but the that?" short, dark and thin. When they reported that prisoner wouldn't put his lips to it uteri Jordan was hoping you'd clue ri:e in on It," said the the gun was an eight-shot lyre-Johnson ..fft, Car- had tasted it prisoner. "You know. Mid me on it, you might toon phoned Montellano. "David," he said, "re- Deputy District Attorney John Howard and we talked to on the range? The his thief investigator, George Murphy, tried to Howard scratched his bead and looked at Jor- member that guy guy? I think be's the guy who shot question the prisoner. They got about as far dur- dan. Well, if the kid wants to talk about Kirsthke, little dark ing this second interview as Jordan had during be thought, maybe I'd better talk about Kinchke. Kennedy." Mantellana remembered. Carreon called the police end told them his story. He said the first. The prisoner understood his rights. He Maybe I71 loosen him up. So they talked about wouldn't tell them his name. the Ktr' schke case for a quarter of an hour. Jordan that if they wanted him, Ito would be at Mantel- Howard said the pi-leaner could phone either knew that his superiors were watching from the lano's house. himself or Murphy. "That's Murph." He pointed darkened corridor on the other aide of the ane- Sergeant Louis R Estrella of the Homicide to Murphy, a huge Irishman with a florid com- way glaze Division visited Carreon and Montellano and got gun range. The plexion. Howard tried to get the conversation moving a full account of their day at the seem to know vary "When will I have a chance to dean up?" asked more productively. It was past 3:30 in the MOM. fallow they remembered didn't the ptiaoner. Mg, he told the prisoner, and he hadn't come to much about guns; he didn't even know, for ex- "Let me explain what will happen," said How- the cell to talk about the Ktrachke case. "What ample, whether his .22 was a "single action" or a ard. 'They have to book you That's legal pro- else can we talk about?" asked Howard. "double action" revolver. He was shooting very cedure—fingerprints, pictures taken, everything "Really, that's all I wanted." said the prisoner. fast, rapid fire, which was against the range rules, Wm that After that, Pm sure you will be able to Sergeant Jordan come in with some coffee for and he was shooting high-powered ammunition. clean up." Howard and Murphy were ready to the prisoner. "Now, you want me to take a swal- Montana= recalled asking the young man about go. but security precautions had to he taken. Any- low?" he asked that He said the bullets can 25 cents more a box, time the prisoner was to be moved during the next "Sure," the prisoner said lightly. but they had hollow points. 'They spread a lot hours, the police department would take emer- Jordan took a alp. "It's all right," he said In more on impact," he had explained. gency measures, freezing all movement within effect, Jordan wee a court taster. If he didn't keel Then Estrella showed them photographs of vari- Parker Center. Sergeant Jordan went out to have over and die, neither would the prisoner. ous dark, slim young men. Cannon and Mantel. the home put on. Irmo fingered the same one—and that, Sergeant While be was gone, the prisoner turned and in. The surgeons cat the overlying akin and muscle Estrella knew, was the young man now being held reeked casually, "How long have you been with behind the Senators ear and laid It back. They tin shooting Robert F. Kennedy. the D.A.'s office, Mr. Murphy?" cut through the skull with an air drill and an air "Three years," said Murphy. "I retired from saw. They removed a segment of bane Then, George Murphy said they ought to make one the Police Department and went over to the D.A.'s while Retd helped control bleeding, Cuneo probed more try. "Let Jordan talk to the kid," be said_ office three years ego," the wound. He shook his bead grimly. If the bul- They had the prisoner brought back to Interroga- "Do you remember Kirschke?" asked the pris- let had hit near the midllne of the skull, the Sena- tion Roam 1. Jordan, who had another cup of the tasting oner. tor might have bean in fairly good condition. coffee for the prisoner, went through "Very well," said Murphy. Jack Kirachke wee Kennedy's occipital bone, which was uncommon- ritual again. They all had coffee. Murphy looked at his watch. It was 4:02 e_se an assistant District Attorney who had been con- ly thick, might have deflected the bullet. But the victed of killing his wife and her lover. mastoid, which Lies to the aide of the occipital and Jordan wondered where to start "You obvious- The prisoner was curious about Kirechket. Mur- looks much hie a honeycomb, is easily penetrat- ly had some knowledge of the Kirachke case," he phy said it was a bard case to figure. ed- The bullet had hit Kennedy's mastoid. Mat- began. "Well," said Howard, "I knew Jack Kirschke. tering it and sending sharp bone fragments into The prisoner said it was just that he felt Did you reed about it or ." Jordan returned. It the brain—fragments that were dirty, medically Keschke had prosecuted innocent people. He had WWI time to go. "We'll take it up again," said speaking, and had to be removed. suddenly guessed that the conversation in the in- Howard It was 2:20 wet. Cuneo removed the blood dot, washed out bits terrogation cell was not a private one "Is this The prisoner was booked under Section 217 of of destroyed brain tissue, than went to work on being bugged? Are you bugging me?" the Penal Code—assault with intent to commit the fragments of hone and bullet "Yeah," admitted Murphy. murder. They photographed him. front and pro- -Sum Yau know that," said Jordan. "We file, and led him through a barred gate into a kind By 6:30 eel. m Hyannisport, Masa. (3:90 Lae wouldn't lie to you." of wire cage for a full set of fingerprinta The Angeles time), was up and about, But the admission didn't make things any prisoner refused to fill out the handwriting ex- getting ready Ira 7 o'clock mass. She turned on smoother. "No, I mean, hell," said the prisoner. emplars or to answer questions. Officer Guade- the TV to see how Bobby had fared in the Cali- "li you want to tape me, bring the microphone is lupe De La Garza took him to a shower room and fornia primary. Earlier, had phoned Don't, don't play this with me" watched him take a slow, thorough shower. After from San Francisco. He talked to his cousin. Jordan explained that all the cells were bugged. drying himself, he put on jail shorts and a pair of Ann Gorgon, who had attended Joseph P. Ken- The three of them talked again about the jail trot/sees. They were too big. He didn't like nedy since his stroke. Ted told Ann that Bob had Kirsclake cue. "Sometimes, it's part of your job," that at all. been cwt, but asked her not to awaken his moth- said Murphy, "to prove a man innocent" At Good Samaritan Hospital, surgeon Canto er, to wait mill] she arose. But Rose Kennedy, 'That's right," said Jordan. "Would you pur- guy an a case if you was Rained by Dr. Maxwell Andler, whom Cuneo who had lost two children in plane crashes and posely try to hang some had known for 23 years. Like Cuneo and Dr. another to an assassin's bullet, learned about yet thought he was Innocent?" Reid. Andler had had extensive experience in another assasaination attempt, as much of the na- Philosophically speaking, the prisoner was is World War II, treating gunshot wounds to the thin did that morning, from television. modern. 'Well, really, I, Pm such a, how-Mould. head. 'Stick around, Max," said Cuneo, thank- Quietly, she finished dressing for mess, put on /-say, indifferent. I mean, it depends. It's an in- ful to have another brain surgeon at his side. a shawl and sunglasses and headed for the front different attitude toward this business, redly, be- At 3 e_e_ the surgeons and nurses entered the pew of St. Francis Xavier Church in Hyannisport cause the falsehood and truth, sir, really, they're operating room. They shaved the area behind with a friend of the family, Beaton attorney John relative. Really, you, there's no factual, there's no false, or this is wrong. Kennedy's right ear, stepped aside for a moment Driscoll facts directly to say this is while a police photographer took a picture of the or this is right, you know. Everything is what bullet wound ( to be used In court), and com- Outside the hospital the crowd of newsmen and you think it is, in fact, no?' menced surgery at 3:10 A-11. curiosity-seekers grew. They had seen lam-liar "Would you work hard to convict a person that

16$ you really, sincerely, believed was innocent?" "I think we're in pay dirt now. And your oar"" happened "You tell them," said Cuneo. Mankie- 'caked Jordan_ "Cadillac?' asked the prisoner. wia took Cuneo to Senator Edward Kennedy, "I don't really know," said the primmer. "You're "No," said Jordan. who was now with Ethel. But Cuneo was at a loes "Rolls Royce?" asked the prisoner. for words. What do you tell a man who has lost taking me this question as if you're putting me. one brother, a President of the United Statee, to you're giving me the responsibility, me, the re- "Haw about a Chrysler?' asked Jordan. "Beautiful," said the prisoner. an assassin's bullet, and has another brother, a sponsibility of something so fantastic that it's U.S. Senator, in critical condition as the result of beyond my mental and physical ability to, to cope "Beautiful. Nothing wrong with a Chrysler, Is there? 1958 Chrysler? asked Jordan. He thought another assassin's bullet? with, really." It was Ted Kennedy who did the talking. He "I don't think it's beyond your mental ability," he had the prisoner pinned down, but he was mis- taken. The prisoner continued with the put-on. told Dr. Cuneo that he had °eked Dr. James Pop- said Jordan quietly. "I think you've got a lot of pen of Boston's Lahey Clinic to come to LA.—in mental ability. I think you've been putting us an "Wonderful," he said_ "The mystery is begin. fact, an Air Force jet was ready to leave Boston a little bit here." ning to unfold now, huh? How did you know I had a '58 Chrysler? The key? Beautiful." He at any moment with Poppen aboard. Cum.° knew Poppen from various professional At 4:25 A.M. Sergeants Patchett and adelenrime smiled. His own car was a '56 De Soto. By 6 A.M. Murphy and Jordan hadn't learned meeting!. Poppen had looked after Jaen F. Ken- had a very interesting witness closeted in Parker nedy's back, treated Ted Kennedy's multiple in- Center's Homicide Division. He was llamas Vin- much, except that their prisoner was very tough and very clever. juries suffered in a 1964 plane crash, and attend- cent Di Pierre, tall, dark and nervous. ed their father, Joseph P. Kennedy, slier his Di Pierre told police that momenta be/ore the "We're going to arraign you in a little while," Murphy said. "You're going to court" stroke. "I don't know anybody I would have been shooting he'd seen the meassin with a girl in a any happier with," said Cuero. polka dot dress. Earlier, another witness, Sandra "Please make sure about my attire," said the prisoner. He wanted to wear his own clothes. At 7:20 Frank Mankiewiez stepped outside the Serrano, had told detectives and NBC newsman hospital to tell the newsmen all he dared to. He Sander Vanocur that she had seen a girl in a did not tell them about the shattered facial nerves, polka dot dress fleeing the scene. At 4:45 A-M., the doctors took some hope: Sena- tor Kennedy had started In breathe completely on the hemorrhage into the right temporal lobe, the Dl Pierre said he had walked into the pantry right ear. Why talk about right behind the Senator and had seen the assassin his own. All the Heeding had stopped and most certain deafness in the of the metallic fragments had been removed. But certain horrors when the doctors weren't even move toward Kennedy "with a stupid smile an that Kennedy would live? Mankiewica told his face," as if to shake his hand, and then there Drs. Cuneo. Reid and Andler stayed with it, to sure were two or three shots and Di Pierro's spectacles finish removing the bone fragments that bad been them simply, "There may have been an impair- ment of the blood supply to the midbrain." were spattered with blood 11.13 union leader Paul driven into the brain. Frank Mannewice the Schrade fell hack into his arms. Moments before Senator's press secretary. told reporters the sur- the shooting, Di Pierre said, he had noticed the gery would take "another hour and perhaps two." Downtown. another army of reporters waited gunman }lunging onto a wheeled tray stand. He Mankiewic•. and Kennedy's brother-in-law. outside Parker Center for news about the mys- was looking around, and a girl was smiling beck Steve Smith, were waiting in the hallway when the terious common who wouldn't give his name. No at hire. a girl wearing a white dress with either doctors emerged from surgery at 6:20 A.M. one except members of the Los Angeles Polite De- black or dark violet polka dote_ "The next twenty-four to thirty-six hours should partment was allowed in the building. Finally, at Was there a conspiracy? The police weren't tell," said Dr. Cuneo. 7 A.M.. newsmen holding press cards were searched, sure. But later, when they couldn't find "the girl "Should tell what?" anted Mankiewies then allowed into the auditorium to hear from "Whether he lives or not," said Cuneo. Chief of Police Torn Reddin. in the polka dot dream," they dismissed Dl Pf- news. The suspect was still erras and Mite Semen's stories as hysterical "And if he livm?" Reddin had little attempts to be helpful. unidentified; lie still declined to give his name. The police had sent his fingerprints to the FBI in Washington. Reddin did not mention efforts to Jordan had to leave the cell. The prisoner told ENNEDY, Joan Murphy be looked like Dein Rusk- Murphy and trace the gun. Nor did he reveal that Judge 1w didn't knew about that lie looked at the pris- IF HE Dempsey Klein was heading for her courtroom in oner searchingly. "You're just eon of matching SURVIVED, the County's Hall of Justice, where the prisoner wits with us." would be arraigned, ear that a camper truck was "Well. I. I think it's like I said, you know. I'm WOULD STILL being backed into the police garage so that the prisoner could be taken unobtrusively to the Hall always open for any kind of an intellectual, edu- BE ABLE was more of a cational—anything that would, you know, berms of Justice. This news conference Et my mind as well as with whatever I can con- TO THINK diversionary action than an attempt to communi- tribute to their helpfulness or benefit of that cate information, for die police wanted to avoid proposition. Really, what can, what more can you AND picas coverage of the prisoner's transfer. It was ask for?' REASON. during such a transfer, attended by a tangle of "Well, of course," said Murphy, "you can have newsmen, that Jack Ruby shot the assassin of a nice conversation and everything." President Kennedy, Lee Harvey Oswald. So Bed- "It's up to you guys." din stalled for time and tried to talk about the "But you could also make our job a lot easier." Cuneo put It to them directly. "There is some assassin. "I spoke with him for about fifteen min- "Again, you might law the interest in the rays- evidence of damage to the midbrain." If a bullet utes," lied Reddin, "and he sounds well educated. or a bone fragment had hit the midbrein, the Speaks good English and is a good conversation- "Oh, we're not going to Iwo interest," Murphy leady's most important neural pathway. Kennedy alist" said would now be dead. But the concussive shock of "Cart we have an interview with the suspect?" Jordan returned to the interrogation a little the bullet and the in-driven fragments of bullet asked one newsman more chipper than before. He thought he might and bone hod mused tiny hemorrhages in the Said Reddin, "After Dallas, nobody is going have the first break in the case. midbrain. Only time would tell how serious they to get within a thousand feet of him" "Hi," he mid to the prisoner. "Miss me?" were. The blood clot, now removed, and the swell- Nobody did, except for half a hundred sheriff's "How [bout some store coffee?" asked the ing of the brain had cut off a certain amount of deputies who stood guard in the Hall of Justice prisoner. "A little warmer, please, if We no Intim- oxygen—a Ices that could cause permanent dam• while the Chief Public Defender, Richard Buck- venience at nil." age. ley, huddled in the jury box with the man to be It was Jordan's moment for irony. "Now, what If Kennedy survived, he would be totally deaf arraigned. The prisoner said he wanted to talk to could be incenvenient," he asked, "at four-thirty in one ear and the right side of his face would be someone from the American Civil Liberties Union. in the morning?" paralyzed. His left field of vision would be im- Buckley said he would pass the word along. "In "Is it four-thirty or five?" asked the prisoner. paired and he would have a degree of spasticity in the meantime," he advised, "you don't have to tell "A quarter to five," he said firmly, his arms and legs. "But," Dr. Cuneo added, "the them anything if you don't want to. Not even higher gentens seem to be unaffected. He would your name." The prisoner nodded. "And don't Murphy noted that it was exactly a quarter to a booking slip." five. "You mean you can tell what time it is?' he still be able to think and reason." sign anything. Don't even sign asked incredulously. There was no clock in the Senator Kennedy was taken back to the inten- Buckley's advice WAS entirely proper under 010 mom and the prisoner had no watch. sive care unit where he was placed on an ice CirCUMMLAIMMII. The primmer signed the booking To Jordan, that was Interesting but irrelevant rnattresa to lower his temperature and decrease slip, "John Doe." He now thought he knew who the prisoner was. the metabolic rate. This reduced the strain on his At 7:40 am. he was moved into a chair in front 05iceni had taken the man's car key back to the heart and protected the brain, which needs less of the bends, where he was surrounded by depu- Ambassador Hotel and tried it on every ear cuygen at lower temperatures. The doctors con- ties, and heard the charges against him. "Do you parked nearby. It tit a 1958 Chrysler registered to tinued to mealier the randioscope and kept a rec- have a name?' asked Judge Klein_ Robert Eugene Gendroe, a hotel waiter. ord of all the other vital functions. Ethel Kennedy "Mr. Buckley is my attorney," answered the "Okay," said Jordan, "Let me have you try this was given a cot at her husband's side. Sometimes prisoner. on for size. What about Robert Gene Cendroz?" else sat, sometimes she lay down. Almost always "Do you have a. name?' repeated the judge. "Hell," said the prisoner, airily, "that's a good she held his hand. "John Doe," said the prisoner. In white hospi- name—Gendroz." Mankiewicz told Dr. Cuero that the press would tal pants, a blue denim shirt and black slippers. he "I think," said Jordan, with rising confidence, appreciate it if ho explained to them what had looked lase a John Dee. 369 "Do you have an attorney" that morning. heard about the shooting of Rob- Parade on New Year's Day astride his palomino The prisoner said he didn't. Not yet ert Kennedy, and recognised the TV pictures of horse. Judge Klein appointed the Public Defender. the assailant as his brother, . Munir, "Let me explain our interest here," said Pitch- She said the prisoner was charged with violating 21, hurried to his hone, a modest cottage at 606 las. "You're committed to our custody. We have Section 217 C of the Penal Code, assault with a East Howard in Pasadena. His mother, he noted a responsibility to gee that you're protected. deadly weapon with intent to commit murder. with relief, was already at work; he awakened his There have already been threats against your The prisoner was informed of hie right to speedy older brother, Adel, 29. life." and public trial, by jury or fudge, and his right "Shims didn't come home last night, did he?" The prisoner blinked, surprised to learn that either to testify or to refuse to testify. "I don't know. Did he?' Adel was a professional Pitchers cared about his safety. Then he asked "Do you have any questions?" the judge asked. player of the cad, the large, gourdeshapeci guitar Pitchose about his rights and privileges in jail. "Not at this time," the prisoner answered. of the Middle East. He worked night, and slept "You have the same rights any other prisoner Chief Deputy District Attorney Lynn Comp- mornings; for him 9 asst. was the middle of the has," Pitches replied. One of there was the right ton suggested that the defendant be held without night He mapped to quickly enough, however, to counsel, and moments' after Pitchers left, a bail. He outlined Ids reams: when Monk told him that the police were holding small man with bright, probing eyes and a mag- 1. There was a strong posaibility that one of Sirhan for shooting Robert Kennedy. nificent gray beard appeared in the prisoner's cell. the victims of the shooting would die, arid those Within 15 minutes Mel and Mutate presented "I," he said simply, "am from the American Civil charged with murder don't get out on bal. thenosteves at the Pasadena Police Department. Mabee Union. I'm Al Whin." 2. The defendant refused to identify himself, "Have you got a morning paper?" Adel asked the The prisoner motioned for Whin to sit down making it Impossible to investigate his background desk sergeant timidly. on the bed. "You know I did it," he whispered. to determine how high his ball should be. "No," the sergeant barked and turned away. "I shot him." He pulled the imaginary trigger of 3. There might be others involved in the shoot- The brothers went outside. Mel returned to the an imaginary gam. "I shot him." ing who would want to kill the defendant, "This station alone with a copy of the Pasadena Inde- Wirin nodded. Something about his silence man did attempt to assassinate a United States pendent Star News. "I think this is my brother." warned the prisoner. "Are they bugging this cal?" Senator," Compton pointed out he said, tapping the picture of althea on the front he asked Buckley disagreed. He said the court had to fix page. The police took him upstairs for questioning. "The sheriff assures me they are not. However. bail end in a reasonable amount. An FBI rum soon joined there. it would be safer to assume they are," Wirin said All right," the judge said "T11 set bail at Back at Nasies Department Store, Munir 'Well, I'd like the sheriff himself to tell me they $250.000 at this time." parked the ans went up to his boa's office end are not bugging me." The prisoner knocked on A dozen sheriff's deputies surrounded the de- met some FBI agents, who said he'd better come the door and asked a deputy if Sheriff Pitchess fendant, handcuffed him, and took him down to with them. "What for?" he asked. was still around. the basement and into a elation wagon. They "You bought a pm from George Erhard'?" As He was. "Can I help you?" asked Pitches. pushed him down on the floor boards and sped an alien and a felon on probation (be had been Wirin told him that the prisoner was concerned toward the New County Jail, which was on "ex- convicted for peasessien of marijuana 1, Munir about the potability that his cell might be bugged. treme alert" All prisoners were in their cells, and bad no right to have a gum "He wants your word that it isn't" the booking area was deserted accept fat two "No," said Mtmir. "My brother did." "Absolutely," said the sheriff. "This cell Is not veteran officers. They quickly put the prisoner The agents brought George Erhard into Use of- bugged." through the formalities. Ha answered no qua- fice. "Is this the fellow who bought the gun?" "Will you put this in writing?' asked the pris- leans, but they measured him and weighed him— Erhard said it Ms, but Munir insisted he was 011113. he was 5 feet 8 inches and 120 pounds; they rah/taken. It was his brother, Sirhan. Munk W- "Hell, no," said the sheriff. "My word is my moved him through two electronically controlled anted on taking the FBI men to see Adel. He and bond." steel gates; they gave him blue denim trousers Mel had already gone to the Pasadena Police The prisoner shrugged and smiled. After the (that fill and a blue chambray shirt; and they Department; they had nothing to hide. By the sheriff left, the prisoner pulled Whirl very dose. took his picture and his fingerprints again. Then time they got to the police station, Adel had left "I haven't told them my name," be said, "but I'll they marched him through a long, echoing cor- for home with police and federal agents. tell you." He whispered in Wirio's ear: "Sirhan ridor to the jail hospital, where a medical tech- "You have nothing to hide here, do your Sirhan." Wirin had him repeat it. He told Whin nician swabbed his left arm and picked up a nee- asked Lee Angeles Police Sergeant William about his family in Pasadena; they were all Arab dle and sYringe. The prisoner recoiled. Brandt, who had been dispatched to see if he immigrants from Palestine, He wanted Whin to "les just a blood sample," said the deputy. could find soy evidence of a eonspirecy. see if they were all right, and to tell them that he The prisoner shuddered. "How much you tak- "No," said Adel. was all right. He was concerned about his as. "I ing?" 'Then you don't mind if we come in and take a parked It on a aide street not far off Wilshire. "Ten c.c.'s." look?' There are some bullet* in the tar." The prisoner nodded. Next they X-rayed his "No," said Adel. "You can come in." Whin asked if he could tell the police about the left knee and ankle and his left hand The leg The officers soon found more than they'd hoped car. Sirhan paused. Wirin said the police knew X-rays showed ea fractures, but the prisoner's for in the bedroom of their suspect. On the door. who he was now. Wirin had heard Loe Angeles complaints caused the sheriff to bring in a wheel- nest to Sirhan Sithan's bed, lay a large, spiral. Mayor Sam Yorty annotmce it an the radio. Sir- chair. He was then taken to the second floor in- bound notebook. On a table, which served as n ban said Wirin could tell the police about the ear firmary, weeds had been vacated of all other desk, was another notebook- There were some oth- —they'd find it sooner or later anyway. Wirin prisoners that morning. They put him In a bleak er odds and ends: a small, spiral-bound notebook asked him why he'd called for the ACLU. Piffle conaote cell and left a two-man guard with notations on only two pages; a good deal of "It represents the minorities ..." watching him through an ample window. Rosicruelan literature; other readings in the oc- "Yes," said Whin, "it does.' cult; a brochure advertising a book an mental "You'll represent me?" Across town, near the Ambassador Hotel, a projection by Anthony Norval; and a large brown "No," said Whin. truffle officer found a pink and white 1956 De Solo envelope from the U.S. Internal Revenue Service "Why not?" Firetlite, license number JWS-093, parked Illegal- on which someone had written, "NUL must be *Well, in the first place," said Wirin. "I'm Jeer- ly. He wrote out is citation, No. 39-43559 M. and disposal of like his brother was." At the bottom fah? put n copy under the windshield wiper. The offi- of the envelope another scrawl read, "Reaction- "Obhh," groaned Sirhan. "I'm dead already." cer couldn't have searched the car without a war- ary." Sergeant Brandt thought this was good evi- "I'll try to be honest and fair," said Whin. "I'll rant but if he had, he would have found nothing dent* of "willful and deliberate prremeditation? help you find an attorney. The ACLU is inter- more incriminating than two spent .22 cartridges So, In fact, were the two notebooks. acted in due process of law and constitutional on the front seat and a book in the back entitled rights. But there's no constitutional right to.. .." Healing: The Diane Art. Dr. Popp= arrived at Good Samaritan at 10:50 Wirin spread his hands, unable to say "assassi- By now, the police knew that the assassin's a.m. Dr. Cuneo gave him a complete rundown nate." pistol had bees purthased at the Pasadena Gun and took him to the Senator. With Ethel Ken- The prisoner decided a ateetaimer was neces- Shop by Albert L Hertz of Alhambra for his nedy looking on, Dr. Poppen made his own exami- sary. "Now, I'm not against Jews," he said. "I'm daughter's "protection" during the 1965 Watts nation, timed the beeps on the cardiascope, against Lanai imperialism." riots. Hertz told edam that bis daughter. Mrs. checked the blood pressure, intravenous records Whin said he'd see about an attorney for Sir- Dana Westlake, had moved to Mario County, anti X-rays, then turned to Ted Kennedy, Smith ham north of San Francisco. Sheriffs deputies tele- and Miudderwica He told them the Lot Angeles "I want a goad one. I went the best," Sirhan pho.ned her. doctors bad done it all. There was nothing to do said Whin nodded. wondering who would take "I gave it to a neighbor in Pasadena named but wait. what would surely be an unpopular ma& Shinn George Erhard," she maid. "He was a collector had one more request "Tell my mother to clean and I didn't want the darn thing armed I have At 11:02 a-se, the prisoner had another visi- up my room," he said. "It's a mesa." two children? In Pasadena, police found Erhard tor, a dark man with a handsome smile. "Tm working at Neeh'e Department Store. "Sure, I Peter Pitchee, I'm the sheriff of Los Angeles Sirhan may have been hoping his mother would had the gun," he said. "I sold it to a guy named County." discover (and destroy I the notebooks he'd left in Joe. He weeks here." "Yes, I know," said the prisoner. "I recognized his room. But it was too late for that. Even then "Joe," who preferred to be called by his real you." The prisoner had seen him many times, as the police were scanning them with satisfaction. name, Munir Sirhan, had reported early for work much of the nation hue. leading the Rose Bowl One page was a /continued on page 172 170 "RFK MUST DIE" reethuted Strange. idiotic. unexpleinsbLe, yes. "What?" "After ha fell ferns a horse." said but not Chaotic. not chaotic at all, be- "Is he dead?* Saidellah. "my mother says Sicken detective. dream: muse the police and the dactere were "I do not know " hew been in e nervous condition." May 18 9:45 a.m.-88 heeinnins to Insert how to handle "Where le he'" "Did you my nervous?" My determination to annotate amassimatinne. "I do not know," "No!" shouted Saideileh said ie becoming more of • on "When did you lame boar from himr Sirhan seemed to be in u mental con- unshakable °beaten... FLF.X. My connection with Sirhan began "Two months ago. Two months ago. dition" mat dle--11.F.K. moat he killed that day. when the Lot Angeles Lu- he was In Teruel. Jerusalem." "As s result of the fall?" Robert F. Kennedy must be aw- reau of life Magazine assigned ma "In Neal huh?" "1 do not know 'result' It Rona after smitinsted R_F .K_ mast he ...- the hods of obtaining information "No, not in Islet," he shouted the tali" elated R.F.K.moat be aesassi- shout the man who due Kennedy. "Israel doesn't moat In Palettint. I One of die neighbors had fold me noted. . . . Robert F. Kennedy I found Seidel-lab Sirhan, one of am a Palestinian Arab, Don't forget it" that Sirhan mode a trip to Jerusalem moot he assaraineted be- a couple of yeah ago. Iasked fore 5 June 68 Rob- SaidalIah about this. ert F. Kennedy must His sinner some very he flaillaartal.ad. I have slowly. very evenly. murder- never heard please pay ously, with fleshing eyes: to the order of of of "Ile . was reused . of of of of of of of this or that please pay to F' Cr Cl" PCC was Pas- the order of ant. City College. which If that didn't Prows pro- Stella had attended for a meditstion, nothing did. while. Meanwhile, other police- man grilled Adel end Munir Outside Good Samaritan Sirhan. Both disclaimed any Hospital, it seemed that all knowledge of their brothel". the lonely people in lawn actions. And both were oh- had come to join the vigil vioasky scam/ to death. for Bob Kennedy. It was not a violent cement nor a noisy At the Organic Pasadena. one. Moat of thorn ware • health food store. John young people. may drawled Weidner said he had en, in a style that would have to played Sirhan Sirhan. He be called "Sweat Peychr- described the young men as a belie," and they eat silently campuisively harem. better- on the hill north of the hos- than-average worker. "Ho pital, looked. listened . . wee very touchy." said Weid- ad preyed. Many of the ner. "Ho hod a lot of corn. boys and girls had pasted pl... He woo a small man. acre. their chests orange He would not pot on en and Hack hurriedly printed apron.. symptom of the bumper stickers reading: underdog feeling he /led. He PRAY FOR BOSSY. had resentment. Unhappy In the hospital atuditori• that people had mem than um, which now served se him, unhappy with Arad. press room. newsmen sprawled MI the fleer. Many Weidner had fired Sirhan hod not slept for 48 boom. Sirhan after a /Lilly ornament Many would have given a over who told what to whom nare of sleep if they thought Sirhan said, "You're telling End the Problem of Dry Skin it might help Sobers Ken- me I'm a her. Vas quitting Unless you take particular rare, that help nature to maintain the nedy. Said Weidner "T-e had a low humidity, bath indoors and natural oil and moisture balance hot temper. He woe very 1:33 out can easily rob your com- of the skin. 'Thursday, June passionate. And he wanted 4. Senator Kennedy's strong to do great things, to do plexion of the precious moist Beauty, the glow of a healthy heart, which hod kept pump- something greater than he oils quicker than the oil ducts complexion and protection of ing far longer then doctors of the skin can replace it, thus your skin from dryness are yours ever thought it mold, started resulting in dry skin and the all year 'round when you use slowing down. The interval A t 5-an Dr. Caney formation of wrinkles. this unique tropical oil regular.. he-tweets the bagel on the looked et the otectreertreph. A little extra attention should ly. Skin beauty specialists are ardiescope grew longer. the alogrsph and rioted with he taken by smoothing Oil of recommending that Oil of Olay little white dot un the Viewer alarm that its hills and grew more eluggiah. Beep Olay over the face should be smoothed over the valleys were beginning to and neck beep. beep level off. The higher centers daily before applying make-up. face last thing at night before of the Math ware producing Oil of Olay is recommended be- retiring to give your skin the ad, There was a flurry of ac- • straight line, which meant cause Of its Spadal properties dad benefit of night-time care. tivity. Thom ricast to Ken- there wee no cortical activity eedy came to piny their lest at all: the heath., woo dead. respects. George Plimpton's But the renitosicepo heart almost broke when he rated that the beset was still entered to see Ethel Ken- pumping: Beep beep... nedy holding Lightly to her beep... beep .. beep. How long would the prisoner's older brothers, in his "Did Strati hews Communist ayin. husband's hand and all the other Ken- it &retinue? one-rumor en:truant at 1655 North pathies?" nedy. beamingly busy. sharking this At 7 r,st.. the encephalograph Lake Street, a couple of Make freer "This is a Enke," shouted Saidallah. tube or that machine or the reeding an showed no change, but Kennedy's the Sirhan home on East Howard. "That kid never did, he had no inter, this or that chart. /wort continued to heat end his The apartment sat over a garage at doe. he had no idea about firing a sum Finally, only family wag left, only breathing, oiled by a positive pre. the hack of the lot. Empty beer care This kbl raver did appear to me that he family and the doctors who were edit eerie machine, we. good. lay about the room and Seidelleh i• of such character. Did ho have even standing by. Beep Jacqueline Kennedy arrived with guested another an while he talked • police record?" Saitlelleh took s tong beep beep . her eieter, Lee, mid Lee's Mishima, with me. quaff of beer. beep. Stanislaw Radaiwill. No one con way I asked about his funnily. Mother, "Did Sirhain ever say he wanted to At 1:44 a.m. the keeps stripped, the what feelings were in Jacqueline Keri- father, Adel, Sieben Mimic and sit, see Keenedy out of the way?" pattern on the mallow*e leveled all nedy'e heart a. she saw Bob Kennedy for Aida arrived In the U.S no Jam, completely. Seater Robert F. Kenne- lying On on ire mattress, stuck with cry 1.2„ 1957. She months Woe, the "Or &seta the Arab-Israeli war?" dy was dead. Senator Edward Ken- the tubes end wires that monitored elder brothers, Sheriff and Seidarlials, "Not In my knowledge," nedy moved over to Ethel Kennedy's hie ebbing Life fern. It woo Ilke arrived, your father new de- "1 understand Sirhan was do ener- aide, pin both his arras around her Dallae and yet it was different. an/al?" I eked. gies boy at a race track?" and hold her tightly. 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