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Forms to be Filled out for Each Interview
FORM A
Circumstances of Interview
STATE New York
NAME OF WORKER Clarence Weinstock
ADDRESS 43 Morton Street
DATE June 8
SUBJECT Interne's Story
1. Date and time of interview June 5
2. Place of interview
FOLKLOEE
NEW YORK
Internels room in N.Y. Hospital
3. Name and address of informant
4. Name and address of person, if any, who put you in
touch with informant.
5. Name and address of person, if any, accompanying you
Saul Levitt
6. Description of room, house, surroundings, etc.
(Use as many additional sheets as necessary, for any of the forms,
each herring the proper hoadinL and the number to which the material
refers.)
FORM C
Text of Interview (Unedited)
STATE New York
NAME OF WORKER Clarence Weinstock
ADDRESS 43 Morton Street
DATE June 8
SUBJECT Interne's story
TOUGH
One night I'm riding dog that's the 1 to 9 AM shift
with Gavagan, the biggest in the ambulance service and
willing to prove it any time. We get a call for a hotel on
50th St. Just before we had an old Italian woman on the
west side. We went there. What's the matter? She's lying
in bed "oi wehing" in Italian all over the place. "What did
you eat?" "Clams". "Good clams?" "Yeh". "Have you eaten
clams before?" "Yeh". "Did you have a stomach ache then?"
"Sure, every time I eat clans I get a stomach ache an I got
to call a doctor. I love clams." Do her something. At
four o'clock in the morning! Jeezust
Right after we go to the 50th St. place. As I go into
the lobbt the manager comes up very quiet and says "Hello
doe, better have a drink." I ask him, "Why, the joint
folding up?" "No, you'll see" he says.
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Finally I get upstairs to the eighth floor. Two cops
are standing in the hall. One of them motions to me. I
notice he's shivering like a dog s g razor blades.
"I'm not going in there with you, not on my life. "O.K.
I open the door. There's an enormous guy lying on top of
the bed with nothing but a jock strap on. A real bruiser,
cauliflowers and everything. A tough egg all right. I
close the door softly and ask the copy what he's afraid of.
Has the guy got d.t.'s or something? I finally manage to
find out that he's the famous wrestler Steve Risko or some-
thing and that he fell out of a window on the 11th floor
two nights ago and has been crazy ever since. Why they
didn't call an ambulance then I don't know. Probably thought
it would clear up. So I open the door again. I see the
guy coming for me like a bat out of hell. Nothing doing.
Just then some friends of his arrive, a couple of his
mat mates. I get a brilliant idea. I tell them.
"Come
on boys, we're going to tell Steve that he's got to go out
to wrestle." So these two eggs go in and shake Steve whose
lying on the bed again. Hey Steve, you gotta go out to
fight. Big money. There's an auto downstairs ready to take
you right to the Garden." And that's how we get him down-
stairs. But when he sees the ambulance downstairs he goes
wild. Five guys couldn't hold him. He fought like a bull
in heat. Just as if looks as though we'd have to do I don't
know what, a taxi drives up and a little old woman steps out,
She comes over and says, "That's my son, Steve, whaddaya doin
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examine me?" So you humor them by handing out a few pills
and everybody's satisfied. The wrestlers come in and tell
us about their game, how most of them get trachoma and so
forth, and then one of the whores pipes up and says, "Gee,
Doc, I want a thrill, give me a ride in the ambulance." So,
though it's strictly against the rules, we ride her around the
block. When we get back she says, "Doc, I don't know how to
thank you.
Can I do anything for you?" I thought a minute
and then I said, "Not for me, but maybe you can do something
for Gavagan." Gavagan used to be a fighter. When his
manager told him he'd have to stop horizontal dancing or quit
fighting, he said, "Me lay off the women? To hell with prize-
fighting."
Well, she took a long look at Gavagan as if he was a modern
painting and then she said, "For you, yes, but for him, no."
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