Book excerpt: Stripper, B-girls and naive bus station broads knew Jack Ruby best. Two of the girls who worked for him--felt the sting of his insults and the childlike gentleness of his compassion for all living things--have given a fascinating account about the life in Ruby's Carousel Club in Dallas. And in doing it, they have also told a compelling story about Jack Ruby himself. Diana Hunter and Alice Anderson have put together their stories and the stories of the other Jack Ruby Girls with straightforward honesty. They are sometimes funny. Sometimes tearfully pathetic. And sometimes $exy. More effectively than other writers and reporters who thought they understood Ruby and why he shot the man who killed President Kennedy, these girls give their own penetrating insight into Jack Ruby's character. They offer the most believable explanation yet for his undoing--a compulsion for what he thought of as "class." Ruby died (and the Carousel Club with him) while legal minds were studying what should be done about the death sentence placed on him for a deed he thought should have made him a hero. And even the Dallas "establishment" gets another blast from these tart-tongued girls, when one of their characters sums up the multiple tragedies that happened in Dallas in 1963 by saying: "This goddam town will never know how to embrace the dead in the right way, or how to kiss a ghost goodbye."--From jacket flap