Mr. Mytton, in lieu of sharing those ragged grey pants (Commission Exhibit 157) as promised earlier this week ---->
Fair and potentially likely, but the gray pants suffered worse damage in that intense physical-struggle than the shirt. Don't have my notes handy at the moment (on a public computer), but will try to retrace my steps back here before week's end to display them as one of the Warren Commission exhibits on record.
I believe the following snippet of testimony given by Mr. Sims should clarify specifically where the manufactured bus-transfer "evidence" was found, so there's no need for you to continue to hold onto any idea that it was found in the grey pants of the wrongly accused. Take it away, Mr. Sims ---->
Mr. BALL What did you find?
Mr. SIMS. I found a bus transfer slip in his shirt pocket.
Mr. BALL. Where was the transfer?
Mr. SIMS. The transfer was in his shirt pocket.
Mr. BALL. Would that be on the left side, I suppose?
Mr. SIMS. I don't know if he's got two pockets or not.
Mr. BALL. Let's take a look at it.
Mr. SIMS. (Examined Exhibit hereinafter referred to).
Mr. BALL. Commission Exhibit 150 is being exhibited for the witness' examination.
Mr. SIMS. Well, he's got two pockets in here and let's see if I have it on here--what pocket it was--I didn't say--I don't remember what pocket he had that in.
Mr. BALL. What did you do with the transfer?
Mr. SIMS. I went back up to the office and I believe initialed it and placed it in an envelope for identification.
Mr. BALL. Who did you turn it over to?
Mr. SIMS. I don't remember.
Poor Mr. Sims--inadvertently caught up in the dubious actions of a sinister plot to frame an innocent party, but--in fairness to him--simply doing his job without any realization of who exactly procured that bus-transfer and subsequently planted it. Mr. McWatters--in his testimony--sheds some light on the clever shenanigans of at least two people who procured bus-transfers from him, while the wrongly accused was still in Dealey Plaza...
Mr. McWatters tells us all we we need to know about that manufactured bus-transfer "evidence" when he doe Not identify the wrongly-accused as the man he gave the bus-transfer to. Upon seeing the wrongly-accused in a line-up later that same evening, he had this to say ---->
Mr. BALL - Anyway, you were not able to identify any man in the lineup as the passenger?
Mr. McWATTERS - No, sir.
Mr. BALL - As the passenger who had gotten on?
Mr. McWATTERS - No, sir.
There's a reason for that...the wrongly-accused was nowhere near his bus, let alone asking for a bus-transfer. The wrongly-accused was still standing outside in Dealey Plaza 5-10 minutes with his foreman just as he told his interrogators all along. The Hatch a Plot/Venue of Escape Committee botched it with a phantom bus ride with a manufactured bus transfer to frame an innocent party... they overlooked, resulting in a major gaffe, what really happens to mere paper when its involved in an actual intense physical struggle with not one, not two, not three, not four, but five adrenaline pumped officers hell-bent on making someone pay for what they believed at the time was responsible for the events at 10th & Patton.
At least two of them--their account, not mine--managed to bring the wrongly-accused under control in the front. You can bet your last dollar they weren't bowing at his feet in the front as oppose to grabbing the lil' sumAs I was walking a' alane, I heard twa corbies makin' a mane. The tane untae the tither did say, Whaur sail we gang and dine the day, O. Whaur sail we gang and dine the day? It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O. But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair. His hound is to the hunting gane His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady ta'en anither mate, So we may mak' our dinner swate, O. So we may mak' our dinner swate. Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O. We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare. There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sail ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sail blaw for evermair, O. The wind sail blaw for evermair.' with an ironclad tight-fisted grip. The manufactured bus-transfer "evidence" committee should have consulted with the five officers at the Texas Theatre before planting bogus evidence to frame an innocent party. Oops.
