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Foreword
A Letter About the Author
THE CLARKSBURG NEWS, INC. A Newspaper with ldetils of Service Clarksburg, West Virginia.
H •. G. RHAWN
President-Publisher
University Books 404 Fourth Avenue
New York 16, N. Y.
Gentlemen:
In response' to your communication of recent date in reference to Mr.
Gray Barker, of this city. this is to advise that although I can in no fashion cOmmit myself to belief in the aerial phenomena referred to popularly as "the Hying saucer," I am pleased, however, to offer a brief summary of Mr. Barker's background.
Mr. Barker occupies ofllces in the same building with our ClMkBburg News, SAd 1 quite often have the pleasure of brief talks with him. It was not until recently that I learned he was engaged in research on the so-called "flying saucer," because eYidently he is reticent about discussing this phase of his interests. As I recall, I had stepped into his office rind was discussing a PJopased muDiclpal project with him when I noticed a photograph of an aerial object on his desk. I asked him, in a somewhat skeptical manner, if that was a picture Qf the "Hying saucers" about which I had heard so much.
I was surprised to learn that he was most serious in his reply. He infoaned me that he had become interested in the investigation of the phenomena, and occupied a great deal of his spare time in an attempt to determine whether or not certain theories were valid concerning visitations from an-
other planet. .
February 9, 1956
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Previous to that I had considered the "Hying saucers" to represent a sort of hoax and the result of certain psychological manifestations. However, after Mr. Barker pointed out some of the results of his enquiry, I must admit that I was impressed with this information to the extent that I am now of the opinion that serious research into this question should be instituted.
Personally I feel that a consummation of such research will result in findings to prove that the mystery objects are the results of misinterpretations of natural objects, or natural phenomena of undiscovered origin.
Mr. Barker is a most successful businessman. He is engaged in the operation of a large theatrical :6lm buying-booking concern, and is able to spend little of his time, I understand, in this research. Prior to organizing his business he served as a visual education consultant for Lovett and Company, a state-wide organization which provides equipment to schools and industry. Mr. Barker is well qualified in the literary field. He has contributed articles to educational and motion picture technical publications. He was also head of an English department in a Maryland school system, prior to giving up his career in education to form his own business.
I am not in the least disrespectful when I add that in my opinion Mr.
Barker's interest in the "Hying saucers" is most unusual in view of his qualifications in other more accepted fields, though' perhaps this is an indication, considering the seriousness with which he is attacking the research, that there is something very real about the phenomena and that more individuals should make sincere efforts to resolve this mystery in a scientific manner.
Very truly yours,
THE CLARKSBURG NEWS, INC. H. G. RHAWN.
Editor and Publfsher
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The govemment has told you that. President Eisenhower himseH statt!<! to a saucer-conscious public that to his knowledge no one wasooming here from another planet to pay us a Vlsit.
If you believe in Donald H. Menzel, President Eisenhower, and Government announcements you need have no fear of being frightened by this story. Read it on a stormy night, or in theniiddle of a graveyard if you wish. Your equanimity will not be challenged,.
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Unless you don't believe in Donald H. Menzel, President Eisenhower, and government announcements.
In that case you just might be scared.
The "Flying Saucer Mystery," as it is termed, unofficially, by its investigators, is both entertaining and sobering at the same time. Humorous when its lunatic fringe is encountered, frightening when its apparent terrible realities are considered.
I used to laugh all the time about Hying saucers. I thought they were the bunk. I still think that most of them are the bunk. But not all of them.
To me Hying saucers were a lot of nonsense even when I heard about Captain Thomas Mantel, whose jet plane was shattered into smithereens by the planet Venus. I accepted the Project Saucer's report as the gospel about a brave man who was saucerdom's first martyr. I also believed that hallucinations often left burned patches on the ground after they had taken off.
I'm glad I wasn't around when one of these hallucinations came down practically in my back yard It is better to be a live coward than a dead hero, and I have chosen the former alternative as a way of life. This particular hallucination scared seven of my neighbors almost to death. They had to clean one of them like a baby.
You laughed about the famous "West Virginia Monster" when you read about it in the newspapers. rill glad you didn't see it, or you wouldn't be reading this. You wouldn't want to hear the word "Hying saucer" mentioned again.
Put yourself into the shoes of a housewife, a teenager, or a 10-year-old boy and walk over a hilltop into the unknown. Into an experience so alien and awesome your body freezes, cold shock overcomes you and you later vomit for hours,
It is a calm, warm late summer evening when everything
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seems normal and the way it should be. You are playing ball with some other kids when you see the meteorite, or at least that is what people said you saw.
It flashes across the sky and seems to land on the hilltop, as many meteorites seem to do.
"It didn't land on the hill. I'll bet it went on over," the neigh-
bo.r kid says.
But y<1U are kids and you decide to go up and look for it anyway. It is sOI(lething to do, and the game is becoming dull. In that urgency peculiar to the undertakings of childhood everybody starts running.
"Maybe it's a flying saucer!" one kid shouts. Everybody laughs.
"Maybe it's a man from Mars and he'll jump out and get
you!" .
Everybody laughs again, for that is something you read about only in boob-like this.
As you approach the hilltop you have a feeling you later are unable to explain to the reporters who talk with you. You smell a funny odor, You are afraid, but the others are along. And then you take comfort in the dog, romping along beside you.
Suddenly the dog tucks its tail between its legs and flees, yelping piti£ully.
When you look over the top of the hill several things happen all Itt once. You see a fiery something totally outside your experience, and as you puzzle for a moment, focusing your eyes on the unknown, you fail to see the horror approaching from your left.
It is in shadow. but someone sees its eyes and flashes the light on it. It lights up like a neon sign!
To you this is not Some phenomenon to be pondered and
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examined rationally. You once saw Hell in a fever dream, or envisaged it in the choked rantings of a bleak-eyed evangelist. Here in a dread second is that same awful fear, though now all-consuming and elemental, grabbing your bones and muscles with cold convulsions.
It is a monster that walks like a man, a creature from the blackest memory of your fears. You don't remember when you started to run; not until later do you discover you are almost overcome by what someone said was gas.
Maybe this does read like a horror story, but in this respect the West Virginia "Monster" is at its best. And only if you can momentarily place yourself in the shoes of seven country folk who looked upon the unknown, can you begin to sift the imagined from the real; can you correlate the accounts and reach conclusions which may have truth in them.
H you were 10 to 17 years old, or if you were a housewife in a community where the supernatural has not yet taken on scientific explanations, just how would you describe what you saw?
How long did you really look at it?
This is a question I would like to answer, but that now is impossible. Does momentary horror strike an involuntary urge for flight, or are you frozen in your tracks for seconds, until your body can react?
At the most, the "monster" was observed from one to five seconds.
How much can you see in that length of time?
• • • • •
I am neither a scientist nor a scholar. Nor am I a bookie, as some people misinterpret my occupation when I tell them I am a booker. I also tell them I operate the largest theatrical film
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buying-booking agency in the state of West Virginia. Charitably, no one else has started a film buying-booking agency in the state of West Virginia. I could even have made some money had it not been for Frankenstein. A Frankenstein's monster of my own creation-flying saucer research.
Now the monster has grown beyond all expected proportions. My desk overBows with clippings on saucer sightings instead of movie reviews; my filing cases on saucers are more extensive than the mes on theatres. All of my spare time has been taken over, and I can only begin to cope with the mass of data and the correspondence, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle containing the answer to the entire mystery-if it could only be put together I
• • • • •
The irate waitress should have jerked the paper from under the ashtray that morning of September 15, 1952 and hidden it. She might have saved me a lot of trouble-and workl
Waitresses are usually irate when they must set the orange juice down on top of an opened newspaper. But I was lost in thought, amazement, and disbelief. I was reading a U.P. story written in my home town.
POLICE SAY BRAXTON MONSTER PRODUCT OF "MASS HYSTERIA"
SUITON. Sept. 14-(U.P.)-Seven Braxton County residents vowed today that a Frankenstein monster with B.O. drove them from a hill-top near here, but police figured the smelly boogie-man was the product of "mass hysteria."
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The thing, described by witnesses as "half-man, halfdragon," had not been reported seen since Friday night but residents of the area said a foul odor still clung to the hill-top yesterday.
All of this started when Mrs. Kathleen May of Flatwoods said she and six boys, one a 17-year-old national .. guardsman, climbed the hill to investigate her two small sons' report that a "flying saucer" landed there.
She said they found a "fire-breathing monster, 10 feet tall with a bright green body and a blood-red face," that waddled toward them with "a bouncing, floating" motion and sent them scurrying down the hillside.
• . . She said the monster exuded an overpowering odor, "like metal, ... that so sickened them they vomited for hours afterward.
"It looked worse than Frankenstein," said Mrs. May.
"It couldn't have been human."
No wonder, in a listing of the ten biggest feature stories of the year, as judged by ABC, this phenomenon was described later as "the land-looked Loch Ness Monster .... No wonder West Virginians, often credited with going barefoot, were heartily laughed at once again around the nation. -
I didn't believe the story myself,
But then, I reasoned, a story as good as this one surely had some basis in fact. Such a story should be exposed, if it were a hoax. Better still I might get some publicity out of it.
Being a frustrated writer, I thought here was an opportunity to get my name in print again. Then, if I were doing an article for a magazine, I would have a logical excuse for going around questioning people.
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Since Fate magazine, with which I was familiar, printed a great many articles about supernatural happenings, I decided to telegraph them, asking them if they were interested in a story. They wasted no time Hashing back a wire:
STORY PROBABLY HOAX BUT INVESTIGATE RIGOROUSLY. DON'T SPECULATE SIMPLY STATE FACTS. 3 OR 4 PICS UP TO 3000 WORDS MONDAY DEADLINE.
I quote this wire to show the careful attitude Fate maintains about material it publishes. It was in the spirit of these instructions that I undertook to find out just exactly what had happened on that dark Braxton County hilltop.
You don't just pick up your brief case and leave a booking office at a moment's notice. Because of business problems I was unable to leave my office in Clarksburg, West Virginia, until Friday evening, exactly one week after the event had occurred.
Flatwoods is a small town with a population of only 300, six miles from Sutton, the county seat. I arrived late, but found an acquaintance's house lighted. I went in and he made some coffee.
This acquaintance did not believe the story at all. Some of the witnesses, as he put it, were "highly excitable." The skid marks editor A. Lee Stewart had seen were made by a tractor operated by Brooks Fisher, of Sutton, and the same tractor also could have left the odd, gummy deposits described as lying on the ground and foliage like oil.
At least I was getting my feet back on the ground. I had one lead, that of the tractor, to check.
Here was a story that could be checked separately with seven witnesses: Mrs. Kathleen May, a beautician; her two children, Eddie, 13, and Fred, 12; Gene Lemon, 17; Neil Nunley, 14; Ronnie Shaver, 10; Tommy Hyer, 10.
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I went to bed determined to crack the story wide open the next day.
The next morning it developed that three people I wanted to see were not immediately available for interviewing. A TV snow, "We the People," had contacted Mrs. May, and she, Lemon and editor Stewart were still in New York, after appearing on the program the previous night. They would return Sunday, I learned.
J. Holt Byrne, mayor of Sutton, and also editor of The Braxton Central, had first assured reporters and his constituency the phenomenon was caused by a meteorite, gases from whiCh had almost suffocated the witnesses and might have formed an image they described as a monster.
But when I saw him about 10 A.M. he wasn't so sure, was ready to talk with Ivan Sanderson, a New York naturalist who had arrived to investigate the incident for a newspaper syndicate. Byrne suggested I first interview the Nunley boy and his grandfather, A. M. Jordan, of Flatwoods, with whom he lived. He had heard these people told a level-headed story. Later he was going to Flatwoods with Sanderson and look into the matter further himself.
The strange event had taken place simultaneously with sightings of aerial objects over several states. These, reported generally as meteorites, Hashed across West Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland and the District of Columbia. Within a 2O-mile radius of Flatwoods numerous persons saw what they described variously as shooting stars, flying saucers, and aircraft in distress. Evidently these objects were different from the one seen in Flatwoods, although some of their courses could be mapped for some distance, and, if some imagination were called into play, one of them could be traced to Flatwoods.
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Sanderson said he could trace the Bight of the so-called meteorite seen at Flatwoods from Baltimore, Maryland, to Charleston, West Virginia, during which time it passed over Flatwoods in a curving route.
A. M. Jordan is no longer concerned with strange fiery objects that pass, out of place and reason, over his house. He died one year ago. But while still living he had seen the object which later landed on the hilltop, and was able to describe it in a matter-of-fact manner.
It was difficult for him to describe such a thing when I ta1ked with him. For he had read no science Bction. Nor had he heard of Hying saucers, nor Fate magazine. His reading material was restdeted to newspapers and the Bible.
As he was sitting on the porch the thing had come over the horizon from the southeast. He did not look up until it had come into his view overhead and Hashed in a south-westerly direction toward the hill opposite him. It was an elongated object, he said. The top of it was a light shade of a red, and the bottom bright red. From the rear shot red balls of Bre, At the time he thought it was a jet plane, though he saw no wings. He did not see the nose of the object clearly. It proceeded across the sky, halted suddenly, then seemed to fall rapidly toward the hilltop.
While Jordan was pondering what he had seen, Braxton County SherifE Robert Carr, in Sutton, received a frantic telephone call. A piper cub plane, an excited hitchhiker was reporting, had crashed into a hillside near Frametown and was burning. He had seen it from a car in which he had received a ride and had been driven to the flrst available telephone to report the accident.
Sheriff Carr and a deputy rushed the seventeen miles to the
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scene, but could find no trace of the burning plane. He could find no one who had witnessed the supposed crash. The sheriff did not cross the river between the road and hillside to investigate, for he felt sure nothing had happened, since no smoke was visible. By the time he had returned to Sutton the nearby excitement about the "monster" was the talk of the town, so he drove on to answer the call received while he was at Frametown.
Anywhere from one to one and one-half hours after the appearance of the "monster" SheriH Carr climbed the hill to investigate.
But no monster.
He could find no trace of it.
Had anyone, I asked myself, investigated earlier? For I wished to establish just when, and how, if possible, the "monster" had
left. .
I found that two persons, Junior Edward (about 18), who lived near the hill, and Joey Martin (about 20) were the first known investigators. They had been on the hilltop half an hour after the weird occurrence.
What, I asked them almost breathlessly, did they see. They shook their heads. They had seen, heard or smelled nothing.
Max Lockhart, a Flatwoods appliance dealer, drove his pickup truck up the narrow road to the scene about an hour after it happened, and before the sheriH arrived. Neither he nor the people with him could find any evidence of the elusive "monster."
That the "monster" could have left the scene any less spectacularly than it arrived seemed illogical. Yet nobody had seen it leave, and it had only 30 minutes to make its exit. What were we dealing with? A flying saucer that could make itself invisible?
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Or a demon that had sunk into the ground, :finding some dark ni~ in the bowels of the earth, where one science fiction writer thought lay the abode of the unlucky citizens of Atlantis, who had missed the last rocket to the stars when the chosen were evacuated to the cold blackness of space? Or more likely it was a hoaxl But how a hoax? Someone might rig up a monster on the hilltop and persuade some gullible kids to come up and get scared at it. But how could this prankster arrange for a meteoric display to accompany it? The coincidence of the two events surely ruled that out
I was less skeptical after talking to the Nunley boy, one of the eyewitnesses, and the observer nearest the "monster" when it was discovered. He tells the story without emotion, a story devoid of holes. H I can tell it as he did I'm sure youll believe every word of it. As I did.
Neil Nunley is unspoiled by sophistication. He talks with the honest accent of West Virginia farm people, caught half-way between their staccato-voiced neighbors to the north, and the sleepier drawl of the south. He had read no science Betion, though in school the year before a teacher had read the class something (probably an account of a saucer sighting ) from a "true magazine-but if it was true, you couldn't hardly believe it."
Be and some other youths were at a nearby playground when they saw the strange object flash across the sky.
The boys were unanimous in disagreeing with Jordan about its color and shape. They said it looked like "a silver dollar going through the sky," and that it was not elongated. A trail of fire did shoot out behind it, however. The object was flying l~w, just above the hilltop over which it hovered, and "looked like a door falling down flatwise,"
After it fell they could still see the light at the hilltop.
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Overwhelming curiosity overtook them, so they hurriedly gathered a party, ran up the railroad track toward the foot of the hill. They stopped at Mrs. May's house to get a flashlight, for it was then almost dark. The two May children described the object to their mother, who didn't believe them until she went to the porch and saw the light, pulsing from dim to bright, on the hill. She agreed to go with them, and Lemon led the party.
Motivation for the investigation was not to discover the terror that awaited them. There was little fear; it was mainly a lark. They thought it was surely a meteorite and they might see what it looked like.
Even when they encountered a strange mist near the hilltop, now smelling faintly like some kind of gas, they were not greatly perturbed. They had no idea what they were running onto.
Just at the hilltop there is a fence from which the gate has rotted away. This gateway is a vantage point from which can be seen the entire limits of the happening, none of which are more than 100 feet away.
It was here the Lemon boy shrieked with terror, fell backward. The entire party fled.
"It looked worse than Frankenstein," Mrs. May said later.
"As long as I live I'll wish I had never seen it"
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I have carefully ln~estigated the hilltop where seven people may have seen something out of space, and I have taken measuremEmts. Whatever they saw was viewed from a short distance.
Nunley, from whose tape-recorded account I am taking much of this narrative, noticed the thing when he and Lemon, leadilJg the party, had just stepped througll the old gateway. Events described here must have taken place in a matter of seconds. Nunley, however,. was able to relate the sequence with apparent accuracy.
The first thing they saw was a huge globular mass down
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I
over the other side of the hilltop, to their right, about 50 feet
away. "It was just like a big ball of fire," Nunley said, which seemed to dim and brighten' at regular intervals. He didn't know how large it was; some of the others said it was "big as a house." It is not clear whether a complete sphere was seen, or a hemisphere, resting on the ground.
Nunley heard no noise. Others said it made a low thumping . or beating sound, "like someone hitting on canvas," and there was another noise, half-way between a hiss and the noise made by a jet plane.
It must be pointed out that the time you consume in readfng these descriptions bears no relation to the length of the experience itself. You can see many things in one second, things you might need an hour to describe. I make this comment so that you will not assume a period of observation longer than the facts indicate.
Not everyone saw the globular shape. This can be understood when one considers that the others were behind Nunley and Lemon, and that their positions might not have afforded them a view down over the hillside. And what they next saw might have been so terrifying it eradicated memory of the globe.
Distracted by the globular mass Nunley did not see a huge figure standing to their left. Lemon said he thought he saw animal eyes in the tree and flashed his light on them.
Fifteen feet away, towering over their heads, was a vast shape something like a man. The face, everyone agreed, was round, and blood red. No one noticed a nose or mouth. only eyes, or eye-like openings, from which projected "greenishorange" beams of light. These light beams pierced through the haze pervading the scene. In the excitement some' of the group thought the beams of light were focused upon them, but Nunley
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was specific that they were not. "They went out over our heads."
Around the red "face" and reaching upward to a point was
. dark. hood-like shape. The body was seen only from the ;ead" down to the "waist," It appeared dark and colorless to Nunley, though some said it was green, and one child drew a picture with an outline of fire. Mrs. May said it lighted up when the flashlight beam touched it as if there were some source of illumination inside it She also saw clothing-like folds around the body, and terrible claws. No one is sure whether the shape
rested on the ground or was Hoating. .
The "monster" could not have been more than fifteen feet tall, for it was under the overhanging limb of a tree, and the limb was of that height.
Originally the group said the strange, nauseous odor resembled burning metal, or burning sulphur. Under questioning Done could remember having encountered anything similar. It was finally described only basically, as sickening, irritating to the throat and nasal passages. "It seemed to grip you in the throat and suffocate you."
Nunley was defu.tite about the thing's movement, although other accounts conflicted. All said it was moving toward them, but according to Nunley it was describing an arc, coming toward them, but circling at the same time. His description indicated the "monster" was following a circular path which would take it back to the globe.
I asked him to walk around the room where he was being interviewed and to imitate the movement.
That was impossible, he said.
"I couldn't move as it did. It just moved. It didn't walk. It moved evenly; it didn't jump."
He was partly commenting on other reports which had the
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"monster" bobbing up and down. jumping toward the witnesses.
But it must be remembered that all these details were observed within one or a few more seconds. The party didn't know how long they looked. According to Nunley it was "a very short time. We just got a good look at it and left"
"Left" here is an understatement. for the retreat was swift and disordered. Noone bothered to open the gate of another fence they encountered on their return to the house.
The dog had shown no greater bravery.
They found it crouched under the porch. trembling and whining.
That a dog will take on the personalities of those around it is an observation of many. particularly among those who like to psychoanalyze animals-and people. Maybe the dog saw nothing. its great fright being motivated by the sensation of fea,t
. among the company it was with. Or maybe, as some think, animals, particularly dogs and cats, are somehow more aware of the unknown, and more sensitive to it. Some think they can see ghosts when we cannot. If there be ghosts.
I have heard. the legend that there was once war on the Moon, and that the dogs and cats who lived there were banished and put down, to live on Earth. Here on Earth they still have memory of that great strife, and only superficially hold truce. And when the moon is full, and the night is warm. the dog still laments its long lost heritage with a fitful howl Maybe it is the canine who has called the saucers down upon us.
But that is a fairy tale and a digression. If there be such things as fairi8$ and tales and realities.
But of the "monster" the reader will think of many questions he would like to ask the witnesses. I, too. wanted to know many
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thlngs. H Lemon had dropped the flashlight. as he claimed, how did they get 'an apparently longer look at the «monster"? Nunley said light from the globe illuminated the figure. Others said it was lighted of some source within itself. Contradictions were minor. All agreed on certain basic data I have reported, and I have noted where the stories did not agree.
I next turned to what appeared to be another very important source of information. and a vital link between the witnesses' stories and the happening. An owner of a certain funeral home in Sutton, had arrived during the first excitement, reportedly had administered first aid to some of the seven.
Here would be someone who could relate some of the first faltering descriptions these people gave, before they had any opportunity to compare experiences.
At the funeral home. while I waited for the owners return. another man, who had stopped into the office, told me he had seen a meteorite, at seven on the same night, shoot across the sky in. the direction of Flatwoods, but his story was interrupted by the appearance of the man for whom I had been waiting.
I asked him about his having treated the witnesses.
"I was in church that night," he told me. dismissing me
hastily. .
I know of no churches in the vicinity which held services on Friday, Sept. 12. Throughout my investigation I found an incredulous attitude on the part of nearby residents. Many did not want their names mentioned in such a connection.
"The Democrats," one man joked, "stole the state capitol ~ome in Charleston, and were Hying it through the air to WashIngton, Over Weston, Rush D. Holt took a pot shot at it and knocked off one of those <things:" (Holt was a Republican
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gubernatorial candidate, was then trying to upset the DemQ_ cratic majority in the state government.)
A. Lee Stewart, Jr., co-editor of The Braxton Democrat, was the first outside observer, in order of appearance on the scene. to offer helpful information. He arrived about half an hour after the incident.
He found some of the seven receiving :first aid. Most of them appeared too greatly terrified to talk coherently. Hearing the fragmentary story, he finally was able to persuade Lemon to accompany him to the hilltop. At the moment he was skeptical, he said.
Like other investigators, he saw or heard nothing. Neither did he smell the gas which shortly before had been suffocating. But knowing that some gases settle rapidly, he bent to the ground where he could smell the same pungent odor the others described. He too said it was irritating, and constricted nasal and throat passages. Although a veteran of the Air Force, where he had encountered gases used in warfare, he had never smelled anything like it before.
To snuff for the scent at ground level had not occurred to the other investigators.
Returning at seven the following moming, before anyone else visited the hilltop in daylight, he was amazed to find evidence which backed up the story he was hesitating to report in The Democrat.
About ten feet apart, in the tall grass, were skid marks! These marks proceeded from the tree where the "monster" was "standing" to the location of the globe. It was if some huge personage were on skis and had slid down the hill. But the summer skier surely was light in weight, for the "skis" had npt
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indented the ground; they had only ridden down the tall grass, and tossed a few small stones aside. Where the globe had rested, a huge area of grass appeared to have been crushed
down.
Unbelieving residents of Flatwoods gave me explanations
of these marks. I checked the theory my acquaintance had earlier presented. Brooks Fisher, who owned the farm, had, he said, harvested hay at the location, and had used a tractor. Fisher had done just that, a telephone call disclosed, but he had used no tractor nor other farming implement where the marks were seen. That part of the farm, Fisher said, was too rough and steep for a tractor.
Others said Max Lockhart, an old friend of mine from high school days, had made the marks when he drove up the hill to investigate. I telephoned him.
He and some friends had driven up the hill, he confirmed, had been where the "monster" was seen, but they were not down over the hill, obviously too steep for a pickup truck.
There was foxfire on the tree, or the witnesses had seen a buck deer under it, people said. I went over the location after dark. There was no fozflre, Stewart, who hunts deer with bow and arrow, emphatically asserted that deer would be extremely unlikely at the location.
WithOut the interviews with the children, particularly Nunley, I would have been far more incredulous of the affair. When Mrs. May returned from New York, along with Lemon, I went to her house. By that time the story had taken on additional dimensions. Her account was far more terrifying than the one I have reported here. She had returned to the hill the next day and got grease on her beautician's uniform-a strange de-
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posit which defied the washer. In New York she had talked to scientists who had convinced her the "monster" was a rocket ship.
But she was hesitant to give me her complete viewpoint of the experience. Someone "from the government" had asked her not to give out information to anybody, and a lawyer had advised her the story might be worth considerable money if she found the riglit market. Her father warned me I shouldn't "write up anything about it."
I had another opportunity to visit her home, a few weeks later. She wasn't there, but her father told me Mrs. May had received a letter from the government, which explained all the phenomena, and advised that a report was to be released to the public that week, after which date she could talk more freely about it. However, since the release date had passed; he said he was free to tell me that the "monster" was a government rocket ship, propelled by an ammonia-like hydrazine, and nitric acid.
I could hardly wait to look up editor Stewart, who, I was told, could give me details on the government report.
Stewart chuckled as he held up an 8 x 10 photo, attached to a publicity release from Collier's magazine. The issue of October 18 was to contain the story of how a moon rocket would be constructed in the future, and the photo was the art work which was to appear on the cover. The release date for the press was during that week, he explained. He had shown the picture to the May family because there was some resemblance between the rocket ship art work and the descriptions of the "monster." The release went on to explain how the ship could be propelled by ammonia-like hydrazine and nittic acid.
There were only wild rumors of governmental investiga-
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. If the Air Force was interested, their concern was a well-
tioD. ..
kept secret.
I had worked three days running down leads the story in-
volved. FroIIl a journalistic point of view the story would read better as an expose, and if it were a hoax, that was the fate it deserved. But I could neither find important holes in the evidence, nor break down the stories of the participants.
I often puzzle, however, over one account I drove 50 miles to obtain. It was said that Bailey Frame, of Birch River, who had been on the scene, had witnessed a rocket ship take off from the hill I encountered him in a tavern at Birch River, where he hastily denied most of the report, but did say he had seen a strange object in the sky after the incident.
It was a large orange ball, he said, :flattened on top, from which jets or streams of fire shot out and down around the sides. It circled around the sky, and was seen from a small valley at Flatwoods, near the hilltop, where he had driven half an hour after bearing about the matter. After circling for about 15 minutes it suddenly left, at great speed, toward the Sutton airport.
AB surely as the "monster" came on wings of fire, so rapidly it had flashed away. Here, I thought, was the important linkthe exit of the creature.
Frame said he'd be glad to meet me at a restaurant that evening, drive to Flatwoods with me, and take me to the exact spot where he was standing when he saw the thing.
He didn't show up.
I would like to clear something else up-if I were only able. tha~Q a nearby ~ in complete view of that fateful hilltop enmeshed me m the saucer mystery, lives G. D. Hoard, an
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elderly farmer. Reports had it that Hoard had told an amazin& story about seeing the entire incident, but editor Stewart said he shut up like a clam when he tried to interview him.
When I talk to many people I lead off by telling them I "was raised on a farm," which, incidentally, is true. That seems to disarm them, and country people soon lose their mistrust of "city folks."
Hoard said he" d be glad to tell me everything he had seen. At about seven P.M. he had been in his front yard feeding his chickens. His attention was drawn to a fiery object coming over the horizon, though in a slightly different direction than others reported. It did not land, but went on across the sky.
"It went over the Bailey Fisher cistern and as it was about here (and he pointed to a location roughly in line with hit house) a piece of fire broke off it." As it neared the other hori· zon, toward the Sutton airport, "it exploded and went out."
Now if this were the same object, one would believe it didn't land at all. And if Hoard were in his yard at the time when the "monster" appeared, why did he not see the amazing occurrence on the nearby hilltop, easily within his view?
One' person, who also investigated, feels that Hoard saw much more than he wishes to relate, that he does not want publicity.
I would really like to know.
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In completing my investigation I went to Frametown with Sanderson and his assistant. We slashed our way up the brushy hillside with machetes, hoping to find evidence of the mys~' ous."plane crash" the hitchhiker had reported.
We spent the entire afternoon canvassing the hills. Now and
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then we thought we saw tree limbs broken off unnaturally, but really we found nothing concrete.
The hitchhiker had not been afforded a clear view of the burning object. A piper cub was the first thing that came to his mind, he said, and he didn't know what it was. In interviewing other people who saw what most of them termed "meteorites," I found most of them thought these crashed into nearby hills.
Probably no one may ever know exactly what seven people saw on a West Virginia hilltop. The following, however, is in my opinion deBnite:
(1) Widespread aerial phenomena, generally interpreted as meteorites, were observed at approximately the same time over a wide area.
(2) The seven witnesses did see something that was terrifying and unfamiliar, something rather similar to that which they described.
It is th" interpretation of these points that is difficult. Because of the widespread talk of and belief in flying saucers, I was inclined to connect the incident with that vast mystery. The appearance of the thing before it presumably landed was similar to many so-called flying saucers, though it presented different aspects to different viewers. The aerial object seen by Mr. Jordan and the children did not behave like a meteorite. .
If saucerian in nature, why did it land? Was it in mechanical difBculty? Or did its pilot wish to make observations?
The strange figure evidently was connected with the globular object. The spot where it was viewed was a vantage point, from which the surrounding countryside could be observed, if s?me interplanetary or intergalactic visitors were interested in stghtseeing.
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Why and how did it leave so suddenly?
Could it have been a robot, controlled mechanically? Its movements and the skid marks could indicate such to someone who might use science fiction or scientific conjecture as a standard. Or was it a man, or a "thing," in a space suit? It is possible that on some fantastic planet some fantastic being is writing a book on some sort of marvelous typewriter. Type-writers there are so far advanced in development they have only to be spoken into. They click out words in wild staccato while a metallic hand inserts fresh pages. It is a horror study. In super-purple words the author tells how he made a forced landing, and was attacked by seven strange bipeds of configuration too terrible to describe.
One of them shot at him with a ray.
.. .. .. .. ..
Three years have passed since some people were almost scared out of their wits in Flatwoods. Passing there recently I ran across the Nunley boy walking along the road. He didn't seem to be interested in talking further about the "monster," but was greatly concerned about a plane crash that had occurred at it nearby airport. We drove to the airport, looked at the wrecked plane, while I tried to get back on the subject.
"You weren't pulling my leg, were you," I asked him, and again he assured me he was not.
"I just don't know what it was, but I saw it."
The excitement has about died down, but West Virginians in the reach of radio singer Cindy Coy still love to hear the inevitable ballad composed by announcer Don Lamb.
To the lonesome chords cf the steel guitar Cindy sings, over and over, for enthusiastic listeners:
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"THE FHANTOM OF FLATWOODS"
(Sing to tune of "Sweet Betsy From Pike") One zyenin' in Flatwoods, a mother and her boys Saw a great light and heard a great Daise.
They ran to the hilltop, didn't know what they feared, It was there in the dark that the Phantom appeared.
(CEWl\'QS)
Oh, PhantOJIl of Flatwoods, from Moon or from Mars Maybe. from God and not from the stars.
Please tell us why you fly o'er our trees
The end of the world or an omen of peace?
The siZe of the phantom was a sight to behold, Green eyes and ted faee, so the story was told. It floated in air With fingers of flame;
It was gone With a hiss just as quick as it came.
(CSOllu:S)
The people were frightened and started to pray They were living in hopes of another DeW day, There's no end to'this story, except just to say This werld will go on for it's written that way.
(caoiroS)
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Brush Creek, Callfomla
You are John Q. Black.
YOu stand there near the sandbar, surrounded by 200 pf» ple, waiting for a Hying saucer to return.
. You hope it will so you can prove to the world you aren~t a liar.
But there is no Hying saucer, and there is no little man, dippiIIg water from the junction of Jordan and Marble Creeks. Dipping water ina bucket that is like no bucket on the ~ce of this Earth.
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When the saucer doesn't show up, most of the people are
tee about it They disperse, leaving you to wonder.
Dl Altogether you have seen the thing seven times; four times you saw it in the air; it wasn't un~ .you saw it taking off. from under your very nose you began grvmg much thought to It.
But on July 20,1953, you came face to face with something so unusual, yet something so real, that no one, not even yourself, can convince you the story you tell is a falsehood.
Such was the story that was coming out of Brush Creek, California. Reporters and columnists had a field day relating how a man hom space had alighted from a: :Hying saucer and got a bucket of water from the creek. Two titanium miners had witnessed the odd. events on two separate occasions and had applied for permission to shoot at the saucer the next time it landed.
And here I was again, reading the paper (probably as it lay under my breakfast dishes, though I don't now remember). Ever smce investigating the incident in Flatwoods, West Virginia, I had been seeing more and more :Hying saucer accounts and stories of other unusual events in my moming paper. Maybe more saucer stories were being published, though I suspect I found them because I was looking for them.
I think most people in show business. particularly motion picture exhibition, succumb to a particular habit with patholOgical consequences. Each morning they sit down at the breakfast table with a newspaper, opened Brst to the entertainment page. Their primary concern, and worry, is usually what pictures the competition is showing.
It is a tremulously exciting event, as you fearfully cast your eyes onto the page, expecting the worst. This is particularly true when the exhibitor, as I do, prepares newspaper adver-
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tising layouts for theatres. In that case, catastrophic typographical errors are expected, and they usually occur.
Take the time I had a bosomy shot of Joan Crawford in my ad. I had writtenthe copy, to be set directly above, as ''TWo BIG HITS." The "TWO BIG" part of the catchline was printed correctly. That the rest of the phrase, changed greatly in mean. ing by one wrong letter, evinced smiles among my colleagues and acquaintances is an understatement.
But there is something about Hying saucers and the prospect of space travel that almost takes over a person's entire life once he gets the "bug." I'm afraid that is what happened to me.
I would write a book about flying saucers and psychology if I were a psychologist. If you can explain psychology you can explain saucers-or a great percentage of them. But I can't even psychoanalyze myself.
Anyhow, by late 1953 I was becoming what a great many people interested in saucers term a "saucer addict." Somehow I wanted to find out just what they really were, where they came from, and, more important, why they were here.
My addiction was becoming serious, for instead of first gazing fearfully at the entertainment page, I was scanning through the news columns for saucer items.
The papers seemed to be full of the stuff.
A Shiloh, Ohio, man watched a 70-second dogfight between two flying disks. Wilgus A. Patton was driving when he saw two "shining things" whirling around each other. He pointed out the objects to his wife and children, parked his auto off the road. "The two things looked like tadpoles at first glance. They were tremendously large, and appeared to be flying at about 1,000 feet and about three miles away from us." The objects
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e diving at each other. They headed north suddenly and
wer .
ed ". fl h,"
disappear m a as. .
A Cleveland, Ohio, man saw "a huge white-rimmed saucer, bigger than a house, flying through the northern sky," on August 13, 1953. George Popovic and his wife watched it from their front yard for two minutes about two A.M. After it disappeared they saw something that looked like two misty clouds in the sky, also very white.
policemen in the San Francisco area saw what looked like a "light bulb" maneuvering in the sky. Four United States airmen in Korea watched a small, white, delta-shaped object Hying at about 80 miles per hour over Communist territory on the western front. First Lieutenant Edward Balocco chased a silvery object over Washington, North Carolina. It appeared at first to be an airplane, with red lights. Soon he observed it was traveling too fast for conventional aircraft. He chased it at more than 500 miles per hour, but was unable to catch up with it
And skywatchers' logs were filled with objects which didn't behave like airplanes.
Air Force investigators were already issuing their Press Bulletins about saucers, had already evolved a dassic form of doubletalk. and the even more classic "Fact Sheet."
Project Saucer, the organization set up to investigate the snewballing disk reports, had been officially abandoned, but investigators were still studying the problem, according to Lieutenant Robert M. Olsson, of Wright Patterson Air Force Base. b All but 14 per cent of the sightings turned in to them could
e explained, Olsson stated, as atmospheric phenomena, conventional objects such as balloons, and so on. The remaining 14
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per cent could also be explained, Lieutenant Olsson felt, if the Air Force had the proper data. A new type of camera, utiliz. ing a diffraction grating, would soon be put into use, and this special attachment would afford a spectroscopic analysis of any objects sighted. provided they had incandescent exhaust trails.
The Air Force reviewed one unsolved sighting near Albuquerque, New Mexico, which occurred on January 26, 1953. Several persons saw a bright red light, hanging low on the horizon, for about 40 minutes. Radar picked up a "blip" corresponding to the location of the visual sighting, and investigators didn't yet know just what the thing could have been, though they felt certain it was caused by "atmospheric conditions." Such gaseous gyrations of the elements could play tricks even on radar, they said, since beams were often reflected to Earth by temperature inversions. Under such conditions a truck traveling along a highway might be picked up by radar as an object Hashing through the sky at 2,000 miles an hourI
Yet the Air Force was still zealously chasing Hying trailer trucks and was sure, at least, of one thing:
"The Air Force has stated in the past, and reaffirms at the present time," plodded on the August 28. 1953, Fact Sheet, "that these unidentified aerial phenomena are not a secret weapon, missile or aircraft, developed by the United States. None of the three military departments nor any other agency in the government is conducting experiments, classifl.ed or otherwise, with flying objects which could be a basis for the reported phenomena."
Nor did investigators fear similar objects developed by other countries, nor, of course, other planets.
Earlier that year a temperature inversion had swooshed down and landed in Mrs. Walker's pecan tree. The inversion looked
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.ust Jike a man, though it was odd that he had a pair of big ~lack wings, and flew over the house of Mrs. Hilda Walker, of Houston, Texas, "like a white Hash of a torpedo-shaped object"
The bat man, or whatever he was, was seen to alight in the tree. When Mrs. Walker and two other persons looked up they saw "the figure of a man with wings like a bat. He was dressed in gray or black tight-fitting clothes." Mter perching in the tree half a minute the halo surrounding him began to fade and the strange figure disappeared.
The bat man was about six and a half feet tall, and all this had happened on June 18, at 2:30 A.M. Witnesses besides Mrs. Walker, a housewife, age 23, were Howard Phillips, tool plant inspector, 33; 14 .. year-old Judy Meyers.
No one saw the bat man's saucer, though saucer addicts presumed he had arrived in one. Bird men, if new to saucerdam, were not new to Washington, according to some saucer enthusiasts, who often felt there were a great many parrots in the Pentagon.
Other strange things were happening. Although the Air Force wasn't concerned with poltergeists, one of these mischievous spirits was raising hell in Alabama, at Nathan Irving's farm home near Bessemer, in July. An oil heater and a china cabinet jumped around. Several tables and chairs jumped oft the floor and fell over. All this was accompanied by a barrage of rocks falling from the roof and bricks falling from places where bricks ought not to be. Besides all this excitement, knives, according to Irving, "jumped from the dishpan to the floor."
Otherwise things were normal. Arthur Godfrey went back on the air, the Russians exploded a hydrogen bomb, and Prof. Alfred E. Kinsey revealed that women, too, were not to be trusted too far outside the house.
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Since I had got mixed up with the Flatwoods "monster" I had also become enmeshed with a lot of people interested in the same thing. Letters poured in from all over the United States and the world, partly because of my Fate magazine article, but mainly because I evolved the idea of printing all of the saucer news I received in a quarterly publication which I titled The Saucerian.
The Saucerian, I learned. was the only publication of its type in circulation which attempted to give a full coverage to saucer sightings. The first issue had been very crude, run off on an office spirit duplicator. In looking back over that initial attempt to inform the public about saucers, I find one statement in particular, part of the editorial, that makes a lot of sense and even today is not out of date:
"The writer has definite beliefs and ideas about the saucers as follows:
.. (1) The saucers are real, do exist, and have been seen by hundreds of reliable people (the editor has never seen one) .
.. (2) The saucers are alien to the known part of our world or to the Earth entirely .
.. (3) The saucers are not secret government developments, Russian spies, or the planet Venus.
"( 4) Although a great many saucers can be explained away as misinterpretation of natural phenomena, mass hysteria. mirages, etc., such cannot account for 100% of recorded sightings," In The Saucerian, I told my readers, I hoped to contribute to the answer. The answer to an important question: "What, are theyP'"
• • • • •
But back to the start of this chapter. Back to you and John
Q. Black, and the little man and the bucket of water.
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Black and his partner, John J. Van Allen, operated titanium diggings near Brush Creek, in Butte County, California. One day, according to newspaper stories reaching The Saucerian from some of the many unofficial civilian investigators who were helping me, Black saw a little man dipping a bucket of water from Marble Creek. He automatically assumed it was a child, but soon changed his mind when he saw the figure climb into a saucer-shaped contraption and take off.
The newspapers generally pooh-poohed the account, though they did note that the village storekeeper averred the miners were "not drinking men."
To me the story somehow smacked of truth, and I felt I should try and get to the bottom of it. Paul Spade, an amateur 8$tronomer of California, who had volunteered his services to saucer investigation in his area, also volunteered to go to Brush Creek and look into the matter.
Spade made what I considered an objective investigation, reported that the story was evidently not a hoax after all.
Altogether, Spade found, there had been seven sightings of the saucer-shaped craft. Four times it was seen in the air, apparently not too close to the ground, for the miners had not been sufficiently impressed to set down those four dates .
.But on April 20 the saucer was bolder. They saw it at a distance of about a quarter of a mile, passing soundlessly against a hillside from north to south.
Van Allen had seen it twice in the air, but the close appearances were witnessed by Black alone. Evidently little thought was given to the goings-on until May 20 at 6:30 P.M. On that date Black came over the top of a rock about ten feet from the junction of Jordan and Marble Creeks, saw the saucer hovering above the sandbar about 150 feet away. Then it took off,
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flying east down the creek with a hissing noise. It was from this and the following closer view that Black was able to esti~ mate the size and describe the shape accurately, although the machine seen earlier in the air appeared identical as far as he could tell.
On May 20 someone or something had built a campfire, because they found coals floating in the creek and could see where the fire had been built on a rock. This evidently is the basis for one newspaper story which had the saucer starting a brush .fire when it took off. Black found small five-inch footprints at the site, and on one occasion his compass had spun around wildly, although he had seen no disk at that particular time.
But it was only on June 20 that Black saw any creature connected with the saucer, the craft at rest on the ground, and the bucket-of-water episode.
On that date Black came face to face with something from outside, something or someone on a prosaic errand that would titillate the fancy of a nation.
Black was in the woods when he looked at the junction of the two creeks and saw a small person bent down at the water. It looked like a boy fishing, so he paid no attention. Later, when he was further down the creek, he saw the person again, now only about 40 feet away, dipping water in a bucket. Then he saw the saucer, and knew that if this was a fisherman his vacation had taken him many miles from home.
And he had never seen a fisherman dressed like this one.
- Paul Spade spent four days camping with the miners in order to win their trust and obtain the full story. Included in their complete accounts of the several incidents with the saucer was a detailed description of the saucerman:
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The little man wore green trousers, a jacket and a tie. His shoes were particularly strange in that they seemed to be so rexnarkably Hmble. Although they were distinctly recognizable as shoes, they seemed almost to be a part of the man's feet. The outfit was topped off with a green cap over black hair.
He looked like a normal person except for the small stature and somewhat odd dress. The walk was stiff, as if his muscles were cramped. He was broad-shouldered, appeared to be strong, and was rather good-looking-for a saucerman. He was very pale. AB Black put it, "He looked like someone who had never been out in the sun much."
Black was greatly interested in the activity of the little man, who was dipping a bucket of water from the creek. The bucket had a Hat round bottom and a bail, but Black had never seen a bucket quite like it. The sides Haled out like the segments of a cone. It looked like aluminum, or some other shiny metal.
AB he crept closer to get a better look, he stepped on a dry stick. The little man heard the noise, looked up and down the creek, but apparently didn't see Black, obscured by trees and bushes. He hurried to the saucer standing nearby, got into the thing and was off for those elusive climes from which he had sOttl.ehow come.
The best way Black could describe the saucer was that it looked like two large soup plates fastened together, forming a convex shape. It was a shiny metallic color, and no rivets were visible. He estimated the size as about eight feet in diameter. It was approximately four and a half feet thick at the center. It was resting on a cylinder, a pipe-like understructure from which hand-holds jutted at intervals, like the spikes on a telephone pole.
There was a window in the side of the saucer, but it mForded
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no view of the interior. Black supposed it was a window; it looked like one. There was no observation dome. There was no smell of gas or any other substance.
The little man climbed up the pipe-like understructure. His feet, in their oddly Hexible shoes, curled around each spike. He climbed until all of his body above the knees had vanished through an opening in the base of the saucer, then seemed to sit down and lift up his legs. The craft rocked as he got in, the base was drawn up into the body, and the saucer hovered in the air for a few seconds, then took off at a 450 angle with a hissing sound.
No visible means of propulsion could be observed. On ODe occasion (it is not stated whether on June 20 or May 20) the efficient control of the machine was evident as it was rising through some trees, without room to clear the tops. It slipped sideways between them until it gained altitude. On one occasion Black waved his hat at the saucer in the air, and it seemed to reply by wobbling a little.
The world Brst heard the story when sherifF's captain Fred Preston was in the Brush Creek area on June .24, investigating a burglary case, and ran across Black. According to newspaper reports, Black asked him if he had been hearing any reports on Hying saucers. When the sheriff said he hadn't, Black replied. "Well, I saw one," and then told of the incidents.
Neither Black nor Van Allen had any intention of shooting at the visitor. Newspapers picked up that angle after Black jokingly asked the sheriff if it were "open season on space men."
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Maybe it was the same saucer, maybe people were just look-
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ing for them, but the Brush Creek incident touched off a wave of saucer reports in the surrounding territory.
On July 13 Mrs. Ethel G. Carson saw a disk darting through the sides at four A.M. traveling toward the Cohasset area. It was emitting sparks, "just like fireworks." Mr. and Mrs. Allan Rice, of Pleasant Valley, whom she was visiting, also saw it. They said it was "about a quarter as big as a full moon," and "seemoo to be hanging right over the foothills."
On July 15 Mrs. Joyce Battrell, of nearby Chico, saw a silver-colored disk-shaped object hovering in the air about onefourth of a mile from her house. She was standing on the front porch at about seven in the evening when she noticed the object banging in space above an almond orchard across from her house. It then began to revolve slowly and move away. She summoned a neighbor, Mrs. E. H. Burnight, but when the latter came the object had moved off in a northwesterly direction until it was only a speck in the sky. Don Burnight, the neighbor's 24-year-old son, thought it was an airplane, but the women said there was no motor noise. Mrs. Battrell drew a sketch which resembled the saucer seen at Brush Creek.
Another woman, who refused to give her name to reporters, said she was working in the garden of her Lindo Way home when she spotted a "real shiny" object practically standing still in the sky. She had talked with Mrs. Battrell after reading of her sighting in the papers and they found they both had been looking in the same direction.
On July 16 Mrs. Hannah Stone, of Chico, saw a silvercolorOO object in the sky, which "veered like it was going over the city, then it turned sharply toward the north and rose rapidly until it went out of sight It was round, looked some-
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thing like a large transparent baseball. It was approaching Chico from the west, almost lazily at first. Then it turned north_ ward and speeded up."
On July 21 Mr. and Mrs. Joe Carlos, of Chico, saw a "bright object, just like a flying saucer," at six P.M. wbile fishing on the Feather River near Oroville. The object went toward Oroville. On August 10 Mrs. Susan Perdue; of Oroville, saw five saucers with green lights, zooming overhead toward the west at high speed. They flew at low altitude, making no sound.
On August 16 J. R. Bowling, of Chico, saw four flashes of light between half-past two and three o'clock in the aftemoon while :fishing on the Feather River, about four miles from Brush Creek These looked like they might be magnesium flares"That's what they reminded me of. They were a kind of bluish green in color. The :first one appeared round and then flat on the edges. It was going too rapidly to attempt a description. The others were just split-second flashes of light."
These recent happenings hold no monopoly on strange goings-on in the area. A rain of small fishes fell from a cloudless sky in Chico on August 20, 1818, covering several acres. On the night of March 5, 1885, a large object weighing several tons and of a very bard material fell from the sky near the town. In the early part of 1922 a series of rock showers attracted nationwide attention.
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In the meantime, Black and Van Allen were figuring that, since the flying disk had shown up on April 20, May 20, and June 20, it would be likely to put in another appearance OIl July 20.
Paul Spade, continuing his investigation, decided to visit the
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Brush Creek area four days in advance to be on hand for the event. He found the miners friendly and hospitable. They didn't seem to want publicity, but willingly gave him an account of what had happened so far. Spade camped with them, spent roost of the days fishing at a vantage point from which he could see' any saucer that might come visiting. But he saw nothing.
One night after he had turned in, Black came to him, asked him to go with him up the road to check on a light he saw in the canyon. They could see a glow, and the tree trunks seemed to be lighted up from all sides, not from one direction only. Spade went down into the canyon, where he was able to see a light flickering through the trees. Black also saw the light, which soon disappeared. Spade also saw searchlights in the sky that night, searchlights which did not seem to rise from ground level but to originate in the air.
Then caine zero hour. July 20 at 6:$0 P.M.
All eyes centered on a tree, a focal point for the appearances, So Black said.
People had been arriving at the spot all day. More than two hundred had gathered to get a look at the elusive space visitor. the face of the man from Mal'S, or from wherever he had come, would be recorded for posterity to stare at. Eric Mayell and Thoreau Willat, cameramen for United Press Movietone films and the Telenews Corporation, held heavy movie cameras focused at infinity, their nervous fingers on buttons that would start the sprockets buzzing the minute the saucer appeared.
But George T. Wolfer, a Milwaukee sales executive, held a camera more appropriate to the modernity and novelty of the occasion. His converted Bolex movie camera would record the saUcer in three dimensions, and in color too; the world could
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tell if the little man was solid. Meanwhile Black recited the background of the story into a tape recorder for Chico's radio station KXOC.
An archer had appeared with bow and blunted arrows, the only armament present. With these, he explained, the visitor could be first stunned, then captured. But he was talked out Q£ his plans by others who felt a more friendly approach should be made.
And in case the saucerman turned out to be a thinking crea~ ture, two telepaths were there to read his mind, or to communicate with him if that were possible.
But 6:30 came and went, darkness fell, cameras grew heavy in the hands. No little man, no flying saucer, no bucket of water.
Black was asked if he expected the visitor to return.
eel dol I expect to see it sometime this summerl" He spoke as if he believed what he said.
"Have you drawn any conclusions about the space visitor?" "No, I have not. It's too deep for me. I'm just a miner. My conscience is clear, and I have a clear record. I know that I will see it again."
And the assemblage dispersed, walking slowly away, over the rough lumber road.
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If still unproven, the story had attracted national attention.
When first reported, phone calls flooded newspaper offices and the sherifi's office. If the sheriff couldn't confirm or explain what had happened, at least he did set down a precedent for dealing with saucermen. It wasn't permissible to shoot at them, he said, but there should be some effort to capture them or to take pictures.
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A Comstock, Michigan, woman exhorted Black and Van !11en to show no violence toward the visitors. Because the saucer showed up on the twentieth of each month. she believed they were moon men.
"Please tell these miners not to shoot at them," she wrote, reviewing the terrors of a war between Earth and another planet.
Another Chico Enterprl8e-Record reader, John Gray, gave freely of interplanetary advice. He believed "Whatever can be said of flying saucers they do not come from outer space.
"A fish swims because it has a muscle in its tail. Not that alone for it must have been in the element called water. Shag him, yaiik him out on the bank and we say of him that he Hops violently ...• The element he is in does not respond to his wiggles. In the water and with two such wiggles he is out of sight."
Aircraft. Hying saucers. "such as are said to have lit to take on a pail of water, are in their element. The tail of which whirls instead of switches." But to take an aircraft out of its element, according to Gray. would be quite disastrous: "As the ship trav.els out of the air envelope, rockets exploding would just be a noise no one could hear. there being no air to kick back against, that would be an end of the flying. . . . The ship would fall back into the air envelope, and let's hope it got going again."
In San Francisco, California, a district enforcement officer for the Immigration and Naturalization Service provided an interesting sidelight to the Brush Creek flying saucer story. and, ~o my knowledge, set down the world's first interplanetary (or Ultergalactic) interpretation of immigration laws.
. He would he said discourage any such visitors from taklllg sightseeing tours in the United States.
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"Brush Creek is not a port of entry. Men from Mars are not citizens. Non-citizens are aliens. Aliens without visas issued by American Consulates cannot enter. There is no American Consul on Mars or anywhere else in outer space."
Such visitors would not be sent away without a hearing, according to the district officer, who further observed, "It is inconceivable, however, that the outcome could be other than an order of exclusion and deportation to point of origin, aboard
whatever carrier brought them here." .
He added that such deportation would be strictly "at the carrier's expense."
Meanwhile Robert Coe Gardner, Hying saucer lecturer from San Francisco, was telling spellbound members of the Chico Art Club that as far as the Brush Creek episode was concerned, he believed Black and Van Allen had experienced a "psychic aberration," which "resembled a mirage."
The footnote to The Saucerian" s investigation of the Brush Creek Story was both enigmatic and embarrassing for our onthe-spot investigator. Since the sightings were reported to have occurred on the twentieth of each month, Spade decided to be at the landing site on September 20. He was thrown into jail and told never to visit the section again! Why?
I hoped I would find the answer in Spade's report, reproduced here as he submitted it to Saucerian headquarters.
I arrived by Greyhound bus at Oroville in the afternoon of September 18 and caught a ride to Brush Creek on a lumber truck. At the Brush Creek store I inquired if the two miners were still in the area, but was disappointed to leam they had left suddenly. This was odd, since they told me they were not
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in the habit of leaving until the first storms of winter drove themout.
I then went to the mining camp eight miles up the road
frOID Brush Creek. When I reached the miners' camp site I put tnY pack and canned goods in the framework for a tent they had left there. got into my sleeping bag and retired.
The next day I went to the landing site at the junction of Jordan and Marble Creeks, and took an all-day hike downstream from this point to see if I could find evidence of any new landings; but the search proved futile and I returned to my camp site. I was eating supper when I heard a car coming down the road. It was a ranger in a jeep. He stopped and gave my camp site a "fishy" look, and did not give me the friendly "howdy" I had heard so often from the lumbermen and other friendly natives of that area. So I continued eating and didn't give him more than a side glance.
He left shortly, and when I was through eating I went to a spot overlooking the landing site and sat watching it until twilight; then I returned to camp where I chanced to glance up and saw a hovering, glowing light about the size of Jupiter under 50X magnification . .I hoped at first that it would land, but it began moving from its position east of me in a southerly direction, and soon passed from sight. It was light amber in color and made no audible sound. I continued watching the sky for some time, but nothing further showed up. So I retired.
I was awakened later that night by someone shining a flashlight in my face. When I opened my eyes I saw a sheriff's car ';'ith two men in it. A third was approaching me with his flashlight aimed directly at me.
lie asked me if I was comfortable and when I assured him
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that 1 was, he asked me to gather up my things and come along. I asked him what the charge was, and he said he wasn't taking me on any charge, but for my protection. He said I was in dangerous bear and cougar country and I should be armed. He also said the ranger who turned me in was afraid I might start a forest fire. I told them I didn't smoke and was eating my food out of a can and had no intention of starting a campfire. On the way to Oroville, which, by the way, is 35 miles from the place they found me, I began to wonder if perhaps they suspected me of stealing something from the mine. So I told them 1 had come to the area to see if the saucers came periodically on the twentieth of each month, as the miners had claimed.
They asked me if I had seen any saucers while I was up there, and I told them about the sighting just before they had arrived. I also told them I had at one time belonged to a saucer research group in San Diego. When we reached Oroville it w~s midnight and they asked me where I lived, the names of my relatives, etc.
They put me in a solitary cell in the Butte County jail They didn't provide me with a spoon at breakfast the next morning, so I began eating with a piece of bread. When one of the attendants came down the corridor I asked him for a spoon. He slid one to me under the door, across the dirty floor. A little later I noticed there was a service bell, so I .rang it in the hope they would tell me the charge on which I was being held, and how long they intended to keep me in jail. When someone came, I asked him what the charge was, and he milled and said, "Don't you know?"
I asked him if my relatives had been notified and he said they had, which I found later to be untrue. That afternoon the sheriff who brought me in came in and told me he was going
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to release me but I couldn't return to the mountains. I told him I was not fully prepared to give the idea up and still wished to return. He then asked me if I had ever been in a mental hospital. I told him that I hadn't, and he said they were worried about my mental health and explained that if anything happened to me while I was in the mountains the blame would fall on the county.
From his manner of speaking I got the impression the talk about my mental health was "cooked up" to have an excuse for holding me.
He said that since I still wished to go to the mountains, I would need official permission, and he would arrange an interview with the district attorney, but in the meantime I would have to return to my cell I asked, "Do you think it's good for a person's mental health to be kept in solitary?" So they saw that I got some company, put me in the drunk tank.
Next aftemoon I was taken to the Oroville district attorney's ofIlce where I 'Was asked to give a review of my reasons for wanting to go back to the mountains. I told them the same thing I had told the sheriff: that I had at one time belonged to a saucer research group, was assigned by a magazine to determine if a saucer would show up on the twentieth. Of course it was already September 21, but I still had hopes I might see 80lllething further, as I had on the nineteenth. The district attorney said he would give the sheriff a ring a little later to let him decide if it would be all right for me to return to the mountains. But night came and I was still in jail.
The next afternoon I was taken to an upstairs room where I was Mgerprinted and photographed. Then I was taken to ~e court house, where I was given a paper ordering a hearing or me asa mentally ill person. The court was called to order
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and I was questioned by a psychiatrist, with the sheriff and district attorney as witnesses.
I was asked, among other questions, if I were sure that what I saw on September 19 was a saucer, or if it could have been car lights farther up the road. Was I positive that was what I had seen? There were also a few questions about the research. group to which I had belonged. I assured them all they had to do to verify that was to call any of the group members whose names I gave them. Mter a few more questions the psychiatrist said he saw no grounds for a mental hearing and suggested dismissal of the case, and the judge acted accordingly.
I asked the judge if there was any law to keep me out of the Sierras. He said there was not, but advised me not to go there. When I went back to the sheriff's office to gather my belongings he came up to me and said, "I hope you don't have any hard feelings. We were doing this in your interest and for your protection."
I will always wonder if that was the case .
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That was the Brush Creek Story, amazing, fantastic, undecnmented.
Did Black actually see a Hying saucer, or was he telling tall tales? Or was it an hallucination, or one of those mysterious "Menzelforms," a word coined by British researcher Richard Hughes to apply to those sightings of the type explained away by Donald H. Menzel, in his book, Flying Saucers?
The prosaic mission of the saucerman is almost classic in its simplicity,
A bucket of water.
There have been other reports of iittle men, many of which,
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though more terrifying than the Brush Creek visitor, were con-
cerned with water and streams and handfuls of earth. Mter all, if the little men are real, and are visiting here, what could be more logical than taking samples of soil and water? We will do the same thing when we first set foot on another planet. If they have soil. If they have water.
One thing that militates against conclusions in the saucer mystery is the many theories that are evolved, once the investigator begins to tum the data over in his mind.
One such investigator, Barry Sheehy, in the August, 1953, issue of The Australian Flying Saucer Magazine, one of the flurry of such publications that started to come out about the time The Saucerian was first issued, had a theory that might apply to the Brush Creek affair. Sheehy believed the saucers were coming here from Mars, where, considering all those canals, there must be a water shortage. With the remaining water supply gradually disappearing, owing to Mars' low gravitation, maybe the Martians were running tankers here to get a commodity we'd never suspect would be valuable to interplanetary viSitors!
Or maybe it was a visitor from the planet Grand, described by' the tellers of fiction? Their delicate glass cities spin between us and the Moon; there water is a curiosity and a laboratory child. Or was it an Esoteric One, or an envoy from the Secret Rulers of the Earth, reporting if the time was right?
Or was it from the caverns, deep in the Earth's core, extending from the Golden Gate to the storied cities of the East, where, it is said by Richard S. Shaver, a race of degenerate beings plays with stirn rays?
Whatever Black saw, the story sounds almost too good for someone to think up, especially when such a story is credited
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to an isolated miner, who is not likely to be at all well-relid on science fiction.
Al; publisher of a Hying saucer magazine I was daily receiving stories that were almost incompatible with reason, or the reason I had 'set up as a standard for reality. Were all of these people lying? Hardly, I thought. Were they having hallucinations? Some of them, maybe. Or did we have visitors· from somewhere, somewhere on the outside? If we did, scientific and physical standards we had set up might not even apply to, say, a race of beings advanced thousands of years beyond us in scientific prowess and social organization. They might not even think as we did. They might have an entirely different concept of morals and ethics.
If there were an organization of people interested in the saucer mystery, so that there could be a pool of research facilities and infonnation, maybe all of them, working together, could unravel the tenuous threads of the enigma.
If, I thought, some aggressive individual could organize such a group, the entire Flying Saucer Mystery might be cracked much more quickly than one would anticipate.
That is where Bender came in.
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It was through Albert K. Bender that I was plunged into one e£ the most mystifying and biza.rre enigmas I have ever eOCiG)unterea while trying to uncover the facts about Hying sa.tJ~.
Bad I known how many miles I would travel, how many tt:ms~nt:h;tental telephone calls I would make, and how many ltiChts I would sit up until the early morning hours, desperately .tiying to fit the strange pattern together, I probably would have dropped the entire business right there and looked for a simpler
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way of occupying myself in my spare time-like climbing Mt. Everest.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I first heard Bender's name in 1952, but the path that led me to him began long before, in a college dormitory. My room mate had purchased a copy of Amazing Stories, then edited by Ray Palmer, and he lent it to me. In that magazine was a hair-raising and fantastic story by Richard S. Shaver, and I read it. There was no sleep for me that night. Reason and logic were against belief, and my touchstones and guides were reason, logic, professors and textbooks. Unlike many others, I never accepted the theories put forth by Shaver as true, but even to me it seemed that somewhere in the Shaver Mystery was a haunting ring of truth.
Shaver was "discovered" by Palmer. Shaver wrote about flying saucers before Kenneth Arnold saw "a chain of saucerlike things" skipping along above Mt. Rainier in 1947, and told the press about the experience, thus coining a word that wfll forever plague saucer research, and attaching a humorous and therefore necessarily suspicious connotation to the mystery.
Shaver said space ships were coming from other planets to visit someone here on Earth, someone that ordinary people didn't know about. A secret society that lived madly and phantasmagorically, in marvelous caverns deep under the surface of our planet.
It all started in late 1943 with a letter thrown into a waste basket because it was "crackpot," and Raymond E. Pahner diving to retrieve it. Palmer, as I have said, was editor of .Amazing Stories, a science fiction publication of large circulatioXl. Howard Browne was an assistant editor. Browne has achieved a kind of immortality for throwing that letter away, for it was
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written by Richard S. Shaver, a Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, welder, and it contained what the writer claimed was an ancient alphabet antedating man, an alphabet called Mantong which was the phonetic key to all languages. The alphabet would still work, Shaver claimed, in English. Instead of being a modem language, the letter averred, English was closer to being the mother lode of all languages than a derivation from an ancient source.
. Some people think that Browne should have clobbered
Palmer then and there. For the letter was the beginning of a mystery which would catch the entire nation's imagination, would result in the receipt of thousands of letters of praise and even confumation, but at the same time disturb a lot of people who felt dangerously close to believing Shaver's story, dangerously close to losing their reason.
"We may have the key to man's past here," Palmer exclaimed in. print when he published the letter. And many readers apparently agreed. According to Palmer, the alphabet worked with. aft amazing exactness, increasing in accuracy as one delved farther back into time. In ancient Egyptian the alphabet allegedly proved satisfactory in 95 per cent of the instances tried.
Encouraged by seeing the letter in print Shaver sent Palmer a gratis manuscript purporting to be true. Palmer didn't believe the story, but he published it, rewriting and disguising it as fiction in order; he thought, to make it palatable to science fiction readers.
Shaver's narrative began with an account of voices coming through a welding machine. His first thought was that he had ?one nuts. But he began to wonder, when the voices imparted information that could not possibly, he believed, originate in
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his subconscious; when they gave him scientific and engineering data far beyond his grasp and education, some of which was vouched for by reputable and amazed engineers.
Deep below the surface of the Earth, the voices said, was a system of vast caverns. Art:i.Gcially made caverns, inhabited by a race of people almost as ancient as the Earth itself, but a people mad and degenerate, a people left behind on a dying earth when the last rocket had left. eons before. for the stars. This race of people was not at all nice to know. They had a habit of feeding upon human flesh.
Shaver called them "dero,"
Our religions and mythologies and legends of Atlantis and Lemuria, Shaver said, had some basis in fact. But these tales were based on facts dimmed and distorted by time, the fa:int memory of a race of giants that had come here from the blackness of space to seed the Earth with man.
But when the young Sun began to lose its outer shell of pure carbon and create its energies from the heavier elements that had originally condensed at its center, harmful radiatiQn began to rain on the Earth. The Elder Race. equipped with great scientific knowledge and inventions. used rays to bore a vast network of caverns beneath the surface. where they would be protected from the radiation, could filter out the radioactive elements from the water they drank and the food they ate. The Titans and Atlanteans. as Shaver knew them through "thought records" preserved on metallic tapes, never aged. They knew the emanations from a radioactive sun were the cause of growing old. Even in the 1940's, Shaver pointed out, it was known that girls who decorated watch dials with radium paint, and had a habit of sticking the tips of their brushes into their mouths, died of a peculiar disease. They
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seemed to age quickly; girls of twenty soon appeared to be old
women.
Knowing the Sun would become increasingly dangerous, the
Elder Races decided it was time to migrate to another solar system heated by a young star. So they left.
Certain surface dwellers, left behind in the wild exodus the colonizers found even more urgent than anticipated, crept into the caves to sack the treasures left behind.
Included in the cosmic loot were huge stationary ray machines, created to diffuse helpful radiations upon those who used them, but left without proper directions. Without periodic changes of the ruters which screened out and built up harmful charges, the machines eventually would twist and pervert the minds of those under exposure to the rays.
These degenerate people who once inhabited Earth's SUrface now live in the caves, and derive pleasure from terrorizing, torturing and exploiting surface people, actually contacting them to defraud them of money and possessions. Their rays, directed upon mankind, combined with the Sun's radiations, are responsible for men's folly, in, for example, warring against one another. The dero also playfully torture individuals, making them hear voices, and cause accidents on the surface of the earth and in the skies.
The dero engage in interplanetary traffic with evil beings £rom other planets. These contacts are responsible for the odd aerial phenomena people have been witnessing since the early 1940's.
The dero were the devils and witches of our folklores and religions; they, not spirits, communicate with mediums in trance, and materialize occasionally at seances through the use of rays.
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Things could be worse in the caves, if it weren't for the good cavern people, whom Shaver termed "tero," Constantly they war on the evil dero, keeping them in check. In later days Shaver chose to move to Amherst, Wisconsin, because he said a large encampment of tero lived nearby, though he didn't enlarge on whether they lived on the surface or underground.
When Shaver's first story, "I Remember Lemuria," hit the newsstands in AmaZing Stories, Palmer became less sure that Shaver was just imagining things, things which made extremely good reading and which an editor couldn't afIord to pass up. Now, thousands of letters poured in from readers who said they didn't just think Shaver was right, they knew he was right. One letter was 84 pages longl Some of the correspondents, as Shaver believed he had done, said they actually had visited the caves. One writer claimed to have fought his way out of a cave in Burma, during World War II, with a submachine gun.
The circulation of Amazing Stories jumped to the incredible figure (for a science fiction "pulp" magazine) of 185,000.
The Shaver Mystery continued in the magazine for £ive years, without any signs of losing popularity. The number of confirmations that poured in from readers was a phenomenon that can now be compared, in public interest and apparent proofs, to the saucer mystery.
Suddenly Amazing Stories dropped the whole thing like a hot potato. From that point onward Palmer, until he resigned. printed only science fiction of the more orthodox type, the kind written as fiction, that held no claim to being true.
Life magazine said the Mystery was stopped by the bard core of organized science fiction fandom, outraged at seeing a pure form of literature adulterated by claims that it contained
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fact. 'fhe fans were sickened. the editors said, by the intrusion into science fiction fandom of what they termed the "lunatic
fringe."
Others reported William B. Ziff, the publisher, didn't like the
Mystery personally. Palmer, according to others who insisted they were in the know, had become fearful for his own safety after several remarkable visits to Shaver, at which times he beard some of Shaver's voices, threatening his life. It was hinted some unusual accidents had occurred, and Palmer himself admitted something that happened to his typewriter had given him a cold sweat.
Shaver said there was an ancient and almost unbreakable conspiracy to keep the secret of the caves, and those who pried into matters that did not concern them were in for trouble.
The question still remains. why did Amazing Stories drop a series that had made the publisher half a million dollars and was still going strong? Even if not a word of it were true. it is understood that pure philosophy butters precious little bread. Organized science fiction £andom was important, but its numbers were so small in comparison to the mass of non-organized general readers and those who swore by Shaver that the circulation of the magazine would not have been seriously impaired had organized fandom refused to purchase a single copy.
I didn't think then, nor do I now, that Shaver was perpetrating a hoax. Theory, detail and background may have come from his subconscious. But if that is so, Shaver has the most remarkable subconscious of any man living on this earth.
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After the Shaver episode. Palmer founded a magazine of his
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own, Fate, one of the early vanguards of flying saucer reporting and investigation, for in those days "conventional" magazines wouldn't touch the subject, even with a ten-foot linotype.
Later Palmer created an even newer magazine, this one a straight science fiction publication called Other W orIds, and more recently another magazine not unlike Fate, titled Mystic.
Most science. fiction magazines publish letters from readers.
Readers seem to get a great charge out of writing long letters about each issue, often listing story by story and letting the editor know what they think about each one. Such readers are known as the hard core of science fiction fandom, the enthusiasts who often organize local fan clubs and even hold national conventions.
I had attended such a convention to find out what it was all about and afterward, still more confused than informed, often looked in occasional science fiction magazines I picked up from newsstands, for more information on what I thought was indeed an interesting movement.
If I were a psychologist I would probably write a book also about organized science fiction fandom. Professors would probably go about pondering it and some fan would probably slip into my home and shoot me. But, again if I were a psychologist it might be more interesting to psychoanalyze myself, to learn just why I like science fiction.
Anyway, it was through the letter columns of Palmer's magazine, Other Worlds, that I first found out about Bender.
A civilian investigating agency was being formed in Bridgeport, Conn., to look into the Flying Saucer Mystery, Albert J(. Bender wrote. lie called the organization The International Flying Saucer Bureau, welcomed membership and assistance.
I wrote to Bender, offering my help. I felt that a civilian
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organization would be helpful, if only for informing members what was going on. Since the scope of government saucer inv~gation was not generally known at that time, I figured that civilian research tnight aid the nation in meeting any crisis the
saucers might portend..
Benaer replied enthusiastically to my letter of November 20, 1952, was particularly interested in hearing more about the West Virgfnia "monster" I told him of investigating. He would W(l1c61ne my m~bersbip, but more important. he asked, would I become a representative of IFSB for the entire state. Representatives bad already been appointed in fifteen states, and machitiery was being set in motion to institute foreign chapters. The response tD his letter in Other Worlds had been over'VheJming.
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"The mystery of the Flying Saucers," Bender had stated in an editorial in the :8rst issue of the IFSB publication, S.poce Review, "will eventually be solved by calm, clear-t:hinking individuals."
This sounded to me like the thing I'd been looking for. As West Vitginia representative for the organizatiOn I solicited new MeJllhersbips and reported saucer sightings occurring in my state. I also contributed articles to Space Review.
1 was surprised to learn Bender was a young men, 31. For a
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person of that. age Bender had crammed a lot of experience into his short life.
He had served in the Air Force during World War II, had
come to Bridgeport from West Pittston, Pennsylvania, after his discharge. In that short time he had worked himself up to an executive position in Acme Shear's Bridgeport plant
When you sit down and talk to Bender you cannot help being impressed, and you are almost overwhelmed by his dominant personality. His piercing eyes seem to look right through you. yet his personality carries a warmth of good humor which makes a guest comfortable. Even though his conversation reBeets a wide knowledge of almost anything you can bring up, Bender is careful to let you do your share of the talking.
One of the first things you realize is that in Bender, despite his absorption in a project that could engender wild thinking, logic always keeps a tight rein on imagination.
When you ask him about some of the dramatic claims made by some more unorthodox exponents of the saucer mystery, he does not baldly criticize them, but you can tell from his manner that he cannot be stampeded into crediting these somewhat wild tales.
"Maybe they're right. I really don't know. But I most certabUy have some doubts."
I wondered how Bender could run such a large organization in his spare time, considering he was also an active member of the United States Rocket Society, which surely would command much attention.
A great rilaily others contributed a lot of time to the IFSB, he. explained. Members, particularly those who lived nearby in Bndgeport, pitched in with physical details of running the Bureau and were of inestimable help. Bender didn't mention
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that his ability as an executive enabled him to command the cooperation, respect, and hours of grueling, but thanks to his intelligent direction, fascinating work that went into running the organization.
Meanwhile Space Review was reporting a number of strange saucer events.
One account reminded me of the "monster" that had appeared in my own state. J. D. "Sonny" Desvergers of Palm Beach, Florida, came upon a hideous monster which shot at him with some kind of paralyzing ray. The terrifying event, which frightened Desvergers so profoundly that he staggered out of the woods babbling incoherently, occurred on August 19, 1952, less than a month before something out of the unknown held a reign of terror in the small West Virginia community of Flatwoods. Desvergers' encounter had also been signalized by a suffocating, nauseous odor.
Desvergers, a Scoutmaster, was driving three Boy Scouts home after a meeting. They swung onto Military Trail and were nearing Lantana when they saw a huge flying object, with windows like an airliner, apparently crash in a nearby palmetto thicket. Desvergers thought it odd that he didn't hear a crash, but as he reconstructed the events leading to his bizarre experience, he remembered he hadn't ascribed much importance to that fact His paramount concern, at that point, was for the people who might be trapped in the "aircraft."
He grabbed a machete and leaped over the road bank. "You boys stay here," he told his passengers. "These palmetto thickets are treacherous."
The Scoutmaster knew that if he wasn't careful he might step into quicksand.
"If I'm not back in ten minutes run up the road to that
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h use and call the sheriff," Desvergers instructed, referring to ;eputy Sheriff Mott Partin, who subsequently investigated the area and swore he found a burned patch of ground where the scoutmaster had his brush with the unknown, an encounter Desvergers says he could now explain if it weren't for security.
After cutting his way through about 200 yards of pa1metto thicket Desvergers came to a clearing. Knowing such clearings well from near misses he had previously experienced in such terrain, he stepped gingerly, his eyes studying the ground. One careless step and he might be in quicksand. If the aircraft had crashed, he would run onto the wreckage any moment
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Then everything got hot, as if the Sun had suddenly come out. Only there was no lightl The heat seemed to be coming from above. Desvergers looked up.
Where were the stars?
The Sc.outmaster wondered, later, why there had been a delayed recognition that something was wrong-very wrong. He remembered thinking it was a clear night, that it must have become cloudy all of a sudden-while he wasted precious seconds.
Then he gathered the impression that something was overhead, blotting out the sky. In the next instant he had swung his lantern upward.
He was directly under the thing!
It was something made of metal, of a dirty-grayish color. It was so near he could have hit with his machete!
Terror struck the Scoutmaster. Terror so paralyzing be felf he couldn't move. He mumbled and tried to scream as he strove to force his muscles to work. Numb all over, be felt a tingling sensation throughout his body like one's foot when it is asleep.
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His feet didn't seem to be touching the ground, but he knew they were, for finally he realized he was backing out, slowl~ dragging his feet backward while his head angled upward, his eyes fixed on the object.
"It was large enough for six or eight men to stand up in it," Desvergers told investigators. "I could see it was about ten feet high in the center as I kept my eyes fixed on it and finally backed from under it. The thing seemed to be moving away from me at the same time."
He then could see it from a right angle. He noticed it was shaped like "half a rubber ball," tapering down to about a three-foot thickness on the sides. Some kind of spectral glow shone around the contraption. The air was :6lled with a hissing noise.
His senses began creeping back. Why hadn't he heard the hissing noise when he was directly under it? Was that what made him look up? No, it was the terrifying heat, he remembered.
His returning faculties told him this was no ordinary aircraft, as he could now see the whole thing silhouetted against the sky. It appeared to be hovering about ten feet off the ground.
Suddenly something opened in the dome; Desvergers later guessed it was a porthole. That was almost the last thing he remembered until he came to his senses, stumbling near the road embankment, being supported by the sheriff and two of the Boy Scouts. He was mumbling, "I'm coming. . • . I'm coming .... "
When the porthole opened a ball of fire shot out at biro.
It seemed to float toward him, he remembered, misty, yet giving off sparks. There may have been heat connected with it, for whatever it was burned holes in his yachting cap, but it
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was the smell that overpowered all other sensations. The stench JiIled his throat and nostrils while he gasped for breath. Like the Flatwoods witnesses, he couldn't describe the odor.
"It was worse than rotten eggs, and something like burning Besh," he later told an investigator for The Scucerian. "Somehow I mean human flesh, though I've never smelled it burn. I suppose you think I'm all confused, and I suppose I amI guess I meant to say I've really never smelled anything like it. It seemed to grip my throat and cut off my breath."
"Then I blacked out," Desvergers continued his narrative, "but right before that I saw the thing."
"What kind of thing?" the investigator queried.
Some of the blood drained from Desvergers' face. He looked
as if he were going to get sick. "1-1 can't tell you!"
"Do you mean it was too horrible to describe?"
"Let it go at that. I don't want to talk about it," and with that Desvergers tried to change the subject.
Thirty minutes passed before Deputy Partin arrived to find the Scoutmaster stumbling out of the thicket.
'1£ that boy wasn't scared he's a better actor than I'd give him credit for," the deputy declared. He also examined Desvergers, found the hair singed from his arm, which was reddened and looked as if it would blister.
Partin also saw the yachting cap. Later on Air Force investigators forwarded it to Wright Field, presumably to submit it to tests. They had lost no time in getting hold of Desvergers, he had been grilled for two hours behind closed doors at International Airport.
Whatever Desvergers had seen the Air Force didn't want publicized, beyond what he had already told the newspapers.
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He was unable to answer many of the questions put to him.
Most of these centered around the thing or creature he had seen.
It appeared strange that Desvergers could not find words to describe at least some detail connected with the creature he had viewed. He had put off some questioners by saying the thing was so horrible it disturbed him even to think about it, let alone describe it.
Since all this occurred when the flying saucer investigations I knew about were going ahead on an even keel, I took it for granted that the most important part of this incident was the fact that it added another eye-witness report to our record of saucer sightings. But when Bender abruptly went tight-lipped, and his actions became puzzling, I began thinking about some other statements Desvergers had made. Suddenly they gained new significance.
Air Force investigators had "opened the book" to Desvergers, to use his words, and had given him much of the information then officially known about saucers. "We don't have it here-it's not ours," the Scoutmaster told reporters, meaning the disks were not built by the United States government, though he refused to comment further on what the investigators had revealed to him.
Why had Air Force investigators briefed Desvergers on the salient facts then known about the saucer mystery, after hearing his story? There could be only one answerl
As a result of his encounter Desvergers had discovered a few things he must not be allowed to tell, a few key £acts that might crack saucers wide open for a lot of people and lead them to demand more facts. By acquainting Desvergers with current Air Force knowledge of the disks they could accomplish a double purpose: first of all they might ccmvince Des-
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ergers it would be harmful to publicize that part of his experience, and secondly before imparting the knowledge they would have an excuse to place him under security regulations!
"1 know what it is and it's of vital importance," said Desvergers, "but it's better for me not to go any farther for the public good because it may cause another Orson Welles panic."
Later I remembered he sounded a lot like Bender.
About a year after the occurrence the Air Force adopted a standard explanation to discredit the Desvergers story. Go to the Pentagon and ask what they think of Desvergers and you'll see a regulation performance repeated for your benefit. First a little smile will form on the officer's face. Then he'll tell you that they've been investigating and find that at one point in Desvergers' Marine, Corps career during World War II a "certain thing" happened. They won't say just what it was, but with raised eyebrows they will hint it was something quite damaging to the Floridan's reputation.
In the course of many men's service careers they commit indiscretions of one sort or another, which are seldom held against them in civilian life. Although a suggestible person may begin by discrediting Desvergers' story because of "a certain thing" that happened in his service career, upon thought the idea becomes ridiculous. The investigator cannot help wondering how far officialdom will go to cover up the truth about flying saucers.
Perhaps Desvergers was never under security after his untoward experience. Perhaps he was prevented from relating key parts of his story through fear of some kind of official and legal blackmail!
Space Review also reported that Frank Edwards, Mutual Broadcasting System newscaster. had interviewed Bill Squyres,
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a radio entertainer of Station KOAM, Pittsburg, Kansas, who had a close brush with a saucer on his way to an early mOrning broadcast on August 24, 1952.
For a saucer, it must have been an old model. For Squyres swore it had propellers all around the middle. But it was like nothing ever before seen on Earth.
Squyres lives at Frontenac, Kansas, about nine miles from the station. On his way to work, about six A.M. he received the shock of his life.
"My hair rose straight up the back of my head," he commented, when relating the strange experience.
He was driving through a heavily wooded area seven and a half miles from Pittsburg when he ran across the weird contraption, hovering about ten feet from the ground. He jammed on the brakes, pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, and just sat there looking at it, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"It looked like two turtle shells or two platters joined together," had a dull, aluminum appearance. "It was about 75 feet long and about two-thirds as wide." At one end of it, which he presumed was the front, he saw what apparently was a control cabin, with the figure of a human-like creature sitting there, though he could see the figure only from the shoulders up. At first Squyres thought the thing was an ordinary airplane, but then he saw the intense blue light. In the middle of the strange craft were more windows, also lighted by the eerie blue light, which pulsated from dark to light blue. Squyre's eyes then glued themselves to the windows of the thing, for he could now see people or something moving, as if in great agitation. The side windows must have been translucent, however, for Squyres said he could discern only shadows, such as one would see on
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a window pulled down in front of moving people in a lighted room at night
A throbbing sound came from the machine, which he said
was "sort of wiggling" or oscillating.
Marshalling courage, Squyres decided to have a closer look, and got out of his car. When he slammed the car door the thing took off. straight upward "like a light cord when you release it."
"It sounded like a covey of a hundred quail taking off," he said, trying to describe the humming noise as it accelerated.
He jumped into the car and drove hurriedly to the station, visibly trembling as he related the story to the early morning staff. George Massey, an announcer; Leo Stafford, chief engineer; Marcel Stewart. salesman, and Squyres all drove back to the location. The saucer had left little evidence, only some weeds which had been blown down, apparently, thought Squyres, by the backwash of the propellers.
Residents of Pittsburg were incredulous, though they had no reason to doubt the entertainer, who had a reputation for veracity. Squyres was married, 42 years old and the father of two children. He was considered by those who knew him to be a responsible citizen.
The witness never did state whether Air Force investigators had interrogated him, but one cryptic remark he made remains in the files of the Neosho Daily Democrat, which investigated the incident.
"They're not about to make me retract this Information," SquyreS had stated. 'Tm not going to let them give me shots or anything else to make me say I didn't see itl"
This famous Pittsburg sighting is obviously Case No. 12 in the "12 good ,sightings" listed in the 316-page Protect Blue
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Book Special Report No. 14. deliberately slanted, according to some investigators, to minimize in the public mind the possibility that saucers come from space. No names or places are given in the Report, but the details are obviously similar.
The account reminded me of another report I had just received, one of many recorded in that saucer-ridden summer of 1952, when many incredulous citizens found themselves within a few feet of something unknown and alien.
The main feature of the comparison that struck me was that Mrs. Flora Rogers described the thing she saw as "shaped just like a turtle."
Although not prodigious for a Texas saucer, the flying machine that Mrs. Rogers, a Martin County ranch woman, could have almost touched, was certainly, in her opinion, quite out of this world.
The thing must have been preparing to land when its pilot saw her, the ranch woman declared, since it descended toward her slowly, about ten to fifteen miles per hour, she estimated, and passed close to her before zooming up into the sky. Because it was only about 20 feet in the air and passed just across the pasture road from her, Mrs. Rogers was able to relate what perhaps is the best description of a saucer ever recorded.
When she first noticed its movements, stopped her car and leaned out the window, she assumed it was an airplane coming in for a forced landing. Soon she knew she must be mistaken. This was like no airplane on Earth!
It was coming down from a westerly direction, seemed to be "wobbling in mid-air" as it slowly came toward her and the ground.
Not yet quite registering the alien appearance of the craft.
Mrs. Rogers observed it calmly, not foreseeing the terror that
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ould soon strike her. She could see the object was shaped like ~ turtle or rather, as was the Pittsburg saucer, like two turtle shells joined by a rim, although the top "shell" on this one overhung the lower "shell" by three or four inches.
A crack or slit circled the odd Hying machine, and from the slit three paddle-like things protruded. The paddles, which resembled boat oars, "moved slowly back and forth in a smooth motion," and she could see plainly where they were fastened to the machine.
The object was, she estimated, ten feet long by about :6£teen feet wide. determining the orientation of length and width by the direction in which it was Hying. The bulging middle, however, seemed to be only about three feet thick.
Asked if she thought there was room for a man to pilot the machine, Mrs. Rogers said she believed there was room, stating, however, that she saw no windows nor doors in it, nor any sign of occupants.
No lights of any kind were visible, even in the crack around the machine.
"There was, however," she added, "a spout sticking out of the back resembling a tail-pipe. A blue flame, similar to a butane Bam.a. was coming from this spout. There was no sound at all from the machine."
She remembered the saucer was camouflaged both on the top and bottom with a "sort of greenish-gray and brown shade." It resembled the olive drab used by the Army for camouflage during the last war, she told reporters of the Big Spring Weekly New,.
Mer the machine :Hew past her it suddenly began an ascent ~t a speed almost too fast for the eye to see, as she described It. adding it was out of sight "in seconds." Mrs. Rogers esti-
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mated she had watched it at least four minutes before it departed.
Not until she witnessed the tremendous speed at which it zoomed into the sky did she become frightened. Suddenly she realized she had witnessed something unearthly.
She leaned against the car, now trembling, and so shaken she had to exert great effort to raise her feet into the car.
"I drove the eighteen miles to Garden City, most of which was dirt road, in 25 minutes, not stopping for a light or anything, I was so scared," she told the sheriff upon her arrival
The sheriff believed Mrs. Rogers and sent out a search party.
It was reported that the Goodfellow Air Force Base of San Angelo later sent planes to search for the object. The investigation drew a blank.
But nothing could shake Mrs. Rogers' story or her belief in what she had seen.
"I have lived a long time and what I saw was certainly no mirage," she said. "What it was I don't know," she added, "but I know I saw it."
Mrs. Rogers related her story with such straightforwardness that neighbors could not help believing she was telling the truth, though few could venture an opinion as to what she saw.
When pressed for an opinion as to what she thought the object represented, Mrs. Rogers hazarded a guess, but insisted it was only an idea she had evolved while watching it.
"It must have been some sort of radar machine taking pictures of the ground beneath."
And so ended another Hying saucer story few people would believe, except those who heard her tell it :first hand, a story that would be discounted by the Air Force and forgotten by all
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but the few who had the temerity to collect and me away data 0U such unusual and unlikely events.
Space Review continued with another close-range sighting. A farmer in Conway, South Carolina, had taken a pot shot at a saucer hovering over his barn. Hearing the livestock in a tnnDoil he grabbed his gun, went outside the house to investigate. There at treetop level was a strange contraption about 24 feet across and about 12 feet wide, of light grayish color. "It was something like half an egg, cut from end to end," he told iIivestigators, adding he had shot at it, heard the bullet ricochet When the bullet struck it the saucer, or whatever it was, Hew away. Space Review reported numerous livestock had died in the area after the occurrence.
Meanwhile, in Stuttgart Germany, 200 scientists from twelve countries, meeting in the third International Astronautical Congress, stated saucers were not from Mars or any other planet. They said. they were merely optical and atmospheric illusions, Space Review reported.
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The eye-witness accounts piled up in our Bles, We analyzed them and assessed them and compared them, looking for corroborative details and sometimes succeeding, looking for contradictions, looking for hoaxes, looking for a key that would unlook the mystery. More and more new members joined the lFSB. In the course of my work for the Bureau I met some of its other active representatives. One of these men was Dominick
C. LuccheSi of Jersey City.
Dominick C; Lucchesi is, underneath it all, a materialist. He doesn't believe entirely in the occult. nor Shaver, nor inter-
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planetary saucers. But he would like unsuspecting friends to think he does. With him such matters are hobbies and intellectual exercises. During working hours he is a highly-paid gyroscope technician; off duty he amuses friends by telling them how he has projected his astral body. I wondered where he picked up all the terms and shop-talk of occultism. When I went to his house I found out. He is a collector of unusual books, and his wife continually goes on, half-way in fun, about how her projected fur coats and new Cadillacs end Up on the book shelf.
He got into flying saucers through Bender. Once he told me he wished to make a materialistic approach to saucers, and claimed he could actually build a terrestrial flying saucer if he had the facilities. He hinted that Earth-made saucers might already be in the skies.
Another of these men was August C. Roberts, who, as did Lucchesi, became a close friend of mine through our work for the Bureau.
By profession ... Augie," as his friends call him, is a free lance photographer. He has not always been interested in saucers; the public was aware of their existence and curious about their origins long before his eyes and ears were opened to the subject. In those long-past days he spent his spare time engaging in "normal" activities, such as archery and skin diving.
All that was changed, on a Ground Observer Corps skywatch tower that night of July 27, 1952.
It seem that many people must personally see a saucer before they are convinced something unusual is troubling the heavens. It may have been like that with Augie.
George Conger, James Leyden and Roberts were on duty in the tower surveying the skies, not expecting to see what suddenly flashed across the skyline.
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"Hey, Roberts, lend me those glasses a minute," Conger shouted. 'Tve been watching a light there in the East by the Empire State Building and it's acting funny. It's no plane, I can tell thatY"
He looked through the glasses.
jimmy, come out here and take a look at that damn li~t," he called to Leyden.
"What the devil is it?" Leyden muttered incredulously.
To Roberts it was clearly circular in shape. slightly smaller than a ten cent piece held at arm's length. Through the binoculars it appeared to be as large as a half-dollar. It was deSnitely disk-shaped, as it presented part of its rim toward the observers. Roberts said that through the binoculars the thickness of the disk appeared to be that of two half-dollars put together. Judging the size by comparing it with that of planes often seen in that particular area, Roberts estimated the object to be anywhere from 50 to 100 feet in diameter.
"When I first saw the disk," Roberts told newsmen, "the rim was a brownish color. The inner part of the disk was a bright orange, with a brownish dot in the exact center. The entire object was glOwing and flickering. Through the binoculars I could clearly see the rim spinning in a clockwise direction. As the entire object moved the outer rim changed to a reddish brown, and the dot in the center changed color along with the rim. I noticed the object flickered less while the rim was spinning. When the thing finally departed, the colors changed again: the rhn and dot in the center became a glowing red, and the orange color in the center became a paler orange. As it left I could again clearly discern the edge of the disk."
Roberts, not thinking about Hying saucers, nor greatly inter~tedin them for that matter, did not have a camera with him, ut grabbed one Conger had with him and made two exposures.
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It was an old camera and the shutter stuck on slow speeds. As a result Roberts got a time exposure of the object, complicated by the movement of the camera, but there was enough detail on one of the negatives to prove what they saw was real.
While the spectacular sighting was in progress RobertS got an Air Force official on the phone through the local filter center, described the actions and appearance of the disk in detail. The official told Roberts the visual sighting had been confirmed by radar.
In watching the thing over the New' York skyline Roberts knew there was something wondrous about it. The experience made him realize beyond all shadow of a doubt here was a machine of some kind, intelligently controlled, but a machine entirely out of this world, outstripping mankind's puny science.
In talking with hundreds who have seen what they swear were saucers I have run into an attitude about the mystery that is, though hard to explain, perhaps indicative of an important key to a solution. These viewings have affected people in some emotional manner. Maybe it is because of the sensation that they have seen something alien and unknown, something perhaps from space. Usually such persons immediately begin to read and investigate, to try to find some explanation for what they have witnessed. Maybe it is a subconscious drive to preserve reason.
Mter he photographed the saucer Roberts received widespread publicity. His was one of the first photographs to be authenticated by witnesses.
Maybe the publicity helped to arouse Roberts' interest, but I believe one important factor is contained in a set of photographs taken at a difIerent time, three years before he COD-
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sciously pointed his camera at the sky to photograph an unknown object.
When he had developed the set of photographs he ascribed
nothing unusual to them. But three years later, when he examined them by chance, he found some objects on them, objects that by all the rules of photography should not be there I
Roberts lives on the Jersey Shore. The New York City skyline stretches before him in behemoth panorama. But it is something he sees constantly, a sight dulled by familiarity. He stopped photographing it years ago.
The bewildering photographs were made on a night when he had a particular reason for photographing the skyline. The Air Force had announced a special test over New York City, and Hoboken, New Jersey, in June, 1949. They would drop Hash bombs to test the effectiveness of illuminating a city for photographing it after dark. The test received wide advance publicity so that residents would not be alarmed by the Hares.
Roberts decided to try his own luck at some shots, and made a n.umber of exposures while the Hares were being dropped.
Since he knew the papers would be full of pictures of the tests the next morning, he developed the negatives, noted they had come out satisfactorily, and put them aside, not bothering to make prints from them.
Although he did note some ball-like, objects on the negatives, Roberts took little notice of them. At that time he had never given any thought to :Oying saucers. Not until later did he remember that while he was making the photographs a friend had shouted, "What was that!" Since then the friend had moved away and Roberts did not know where to reach him.
Roberts rediscovered the objects when Bender asked him to
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write an article for Space Review. instructing members how to take pictures of unidentified objects at night. To check his data
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Roberts dug one of the flash bomb negatives from his files.
There were the objects he had noticed before. without ascribing importance to them. He started. What were they?
With trembling fingers he agitated the developing solution and saw the things slowly take form under the amber darkroom lamp.
Surely they represented some sort of lens flare phenomena, common in photography. results of the glare from the Hash bombs.
He printed the other negatives. feeling sure they held nogreat importance. One negative, however, puzzled him. No flash bombs were in this picture, a time exposure of the skyline with a street lamp in the foreground. One of the things appeared in this picture also I It was round and conelike, apparently was a three-dimensional objectl It appeared to be in the sky somewhere above the street lamp, not at great altitude, for the source for illuminating the object obviously was the street lamp itseHI
Shadow covered part of the thing, as if the conelike shape (its tip facing the camera) caught part of the light and prevented its falling over the rest of the object.
Roberts' native conservatism shouted it surely was the result of a lens Hare, but he took it to another professional photographer for consultation. The other man examined the prints closely. Although he believed that the pictures taken of the Hares could possibly contain Hash-back from the lens, he admitted that the shot that included the street lamp had him stumped.
Roberts had seen nothing when he took the pictures. That may be why he advances no claims for them and deliberately asserts, to some people, that the "saucers" are only reflections.
But since 1949 Roberts has learned that other "things," fn-
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. 'bIe to the eye, have turned up on Blm, things that could :: possibly be tricks of camera lenses. Meanwhile experts who examine his flash bomb photographs continue to be baffled .
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I don't know the exact date, but it was sometime near the end of January, 1953 when I received a telephone call from Bender. I had never talked with him personally before; contacts had been by mail.
Bender's manner of talking impressed me. He sounded like a man who was very serious about saucers. His voice reverberated with a boundless enthusiasm and aggressiveness. I remember thinking that if anyone could lead a group of investigators in pulling back the veil of saucer secrecy it would be a man like Bender.
'1 want to ask you a favor," he said, after several personal amenities. "Don't say yes if you can't handle it, or for friendship's sake. It's going to be a big job, and it's going to take up a lot of your time,"
"Let's have it, Al," I replied, confessing excitement, I am sure, in the tone of my voice.
"This thing is getting too big for us in Bridgeport. I have some fine people helping me, but there's a limit to what they can do. We're bogged down in paper work. It seems we can't get out from under it, Gray. Someone casually seeing our letterheads probably would think we're a bunch of big shots who do nothing but chase saucers. They'd never realize we're just pe~ple who have regular jobs and businesses and have to do this sort of thing on the side, in our spare time,"
'1£ there's anything I can do to help, you know I'll try, AI." "Mars has been close this year, I'm not saying that's where
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they're coming from, though Lonzo Dove thinks they may be using Mars as a way station. Dove has been working on the Mars theory for some time. The guy's an astronomer, you know. Seems to be a level-headed fellow, not one of those crackpots,"
Yes, I had heard of Dove, I told AI. I had read some of his material in Space Review.
"There's a lot of it we haven't printed. Don't get me wrong. it isn't classified. Not anything like that, at least as far as I know. Anyway, Dove reached his conclusions independently. He ha:s been examining our files, and on the surface I'd have to agree it does look like Mars. Now you're no astronomer, Gray, but I think you know something of how the planets orbit around the Earth."
Mars, reviewed Bender, swings close to Earth about every two years, such proximity being termed opposition. During the present series of oppositions these swings were becoming more and more what astronomers termed "favorable."
''By 'favorable' I mean that every two years through 1956, Mars will be increasingly closer to Earth. In 1954 Mars will come within 40,300,000 miles, and in 1956, it will be the closest since 1924."
Dove had made a careful check on sightings, found they de:6.nitely increased in numbers during periods of favorable apposition.
Sightings were still poring in from the summer and fall of 1952, when Mars had been near.
"Some people are just now hearing about us and are sending in details on what they saw. Some of it is astounding I Wed lik~ to investigate some of these sightings very carefully, though we can't possibly cope with all of them. Here's where yon coJm! in if you can handle it"
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B~nder said he was setting up a Department of Investigation within the Bureau, was assigning it the job of running down selected sightings in fuller detail. He was appointing some experts in the field of aeronautics, photography and astronomy to analyze sightings.
"If I sound juvenile, don't get me wrong. It's no exciting cloak and dagger thing. It's mainly a lot of hard work. And remember. we're probably the most bankrupt group of 'experts' in America today, so there won't be any expense accounts or salaries. But I think our accomplishments will more than repay us for our trouble."
"But I'm no expert," I remonstrated, mentioning that I knew a little about almost everything and not much in particular about any scientific field.
'I have the experts. What we need is leadership and someone with the executive ability to keep prodding them and to organize what they have found out. You're the man, Gray."
I thanked him for the compliment, but said he'd probably
received an overdone impression of my abilities from somewhere.
"I want you to accept the post of Chief Investigator." This flooted me.
"In accepting this position, I hope you'll keep in mind something I said previously. This is no cloak and dagger project, thOtl~ I'll admit "Chief Investigator' does sound dramatic. It's mainly just plain old hard work."
I paused on the phone. My own work with The Saucerian was takin,g too much· of my time. But Bender's project sounded important, and urgent.
"I'll telegraph you my decision tomorrow, AI," I told him, ~ut I think I can tell you now that telegram is going to say yes.' "
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It did.
Bender appointed Lucchesi to the post of aeronautical eon, sultant. Many sightings involved aircraft of new configuration, and perhaps in the back of Bender's mind was the thought that the Air Force might have something that compared to a saucer up there, but a machine which worked on conventional ter~ restrial mechanical principles. Dove would take care of astrenomical research. Rev. S. L. Daw, a Washington, D.C., clergyman, would assist in general investigation. He had experience in police methods of investigation through work in rehabilitation of juvenile delinquents, but what was more important, Bender explained, Rev. Daw would be helpful when witnesses might ascribe a religious connotation to sightings.
"If the secret of flying saucers develops to include an extraterrestrial origin, I'm afraid it's going to have a great effect on religion," Bender once told me. By the way he talked, he was worried.
The other member of the Department was Augie Roberts, who was to act as consultant on any case involving photographs.
Roberts made a good many investigations for the Department Some of them were productive, some were not. None had farreaching results-with the possible exception of the trip he took to New Haven, Connecticut, to track down an amazing fireball seen in that city.
August 20, 1953, was the day the world was supposed to come to an end, according to certain prophets who evolved that startling prediction after poking around in the damp darkness inside the Great Pyramid of Egypt.
That particular prediction of world doom wasn't publicized widely. Perhaps its prognosticators were occultists who comfortably did not believe even their own prophecies. But if any
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pyramido1ogists, as members of this school of prophets are termed, were operating in New Haven on that date, they likely had quite a scare.
For at about nine P.M. on that date residents heard a great swoosh. Buildings trembled and lights dimmed. Some cried an A.bomb had £allen. One woman had a miscarriage as a result of the excitmnent
Only one resident, a motorist, saw the object respODSlole for the panic. A red ball of fire about six to eight inches in diameter smashed through a signboard, changed its course, tore through the top of a large tree, just missing telephone and power lines, and diSappeared over a hill about a half-mile away.
The Bre department rushed to investigate the smoking, halfdemolished sign. They couldn't explain what ripped the hole, more than a foot wide, through 20-gauge steel. Whatever hit the signboard had struck with teniBc impact.
Nearby Naval Ordnance investigators also rushed to the scene, but would make no comment
Roberts found that whatever had struck the signboard left behind a calling card. He pried loose a sample of some kind of metal. unlike that which formed the signboard and obviously not a part of it. He sent a section to Bender for analysis.
Bender never did announce a result of the analysis, made, according to one saucer investigator, at Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Maybe he had a good reason, I thought later, after I learned what had happened in Bridgeport.
Later Bender said the analysis had nothing to do with the matter, but by that time there were a lot of things Bender couldn't talk about.
. The thing that happened to him was to happen to other Illvestigators_after they had in their possessions certain pieces
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of metal, deposits that must have been actual parts of or residue from UFO's.
Whatever happened brought Bender's investigation of flYing saucers to a startling climax-and a terrifying end.
When some other investigators got wind of the incident, but not all of the facts, they laughed. Bender dreamed it all up, they declared.
But Bender wasn't laughing. He was too frightened.
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Three men in black suits with threatening expressions on their faces. Three men who walk in on you and make eertaln demands.
Three men who know that you know what the saucers really are!
They don't want you to tell anyone else what you know. The answer had hit you like a flash, one night when you had gone to bed after running all the theories through the hopper of your brain. You had sat up in bed, snapped your fingers, and said, "This is IT! I KNOW I have the ANSWER!
The next day the theory didn't sound as convincing to you as it did the night before. Nevertheless it was a good one, and you had certain data which would more than half-way prove it. You wrote this down and sent it to someone. When the three men came into your house one of them had that very same piece of paper in his hand.
They said that you, among the thousands working on the same thing, had hit pay dirt. Yau had the answerl Then they filled you in with the details.
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After they got tbtollgh with you, you wished you'd have never heard of the word, "saucer."
Yon turned pale and got awfully sick.
You ccmldxit get @ything to stay on yOUr stomach for three
lQng days.
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I do not wish to get Bender into trouble. I don't believe publishing this information will endanger him. If I did, fd keep my mouth shut.
1 beJieve Bender handled himself too well for trouble. Same of the information he gave us may have been intended to lead us away from an actual solution. If that was the case I can heartily appreciate his position.
If Bender was closed down by the United States government, the three men probably had good reasons. But Bender never told us who the three men were, or who sent them, only
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that they "showed credentials." But government men do not dress so conspicuously, especially if they are on a secret mission.
All the three men were dressed similarly-in black.
I am not certain they were government men who frightened Bender almost out of reason that unusual day in September. 1953, though I believe Bender steered our conjectures in that direction.
Much evidence does seem to point to government intervention,and to fit together, at least chronologically. For example, there was the matter of the business card, the FBI, and a confidential report Lucchesi either lost or had stolen from him.
But let us speak of the matters in order of occurrence. We first come to the business card.
Bender probably is adept at amateur psychology. He sent me a quantity Qf business cards which presented me as Chief Investigator for the IFSB. He probably knew the cards would swell my ego and provide a conversation piece among my Clarksburg friends and business acquaintances who still thought saucers were the bunk.
I did give out four or five of them to close friends, who still had them when I checked with them one week later.
I have always been puzzled about just how the Federal Bureau of Investigation got hold of one of them.
For the local FBI agent walked into my office on August 28, 1953, flashed his credentials and also one of my business cards.
«what's this all about?" he asked me.
FBI ttgents usually do not scare me, but I was greatly taken aback by the visit. How had he obtained the card so soon after it had been printed? Was my saucer research contrary to the law in any fashion?
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I nervously pulled out some of the files on the IFSB. explained it was an organization formed to investigate flying saucer phenomena. and that the Department of InveStigation was merely a means of checking certain reports. I showed him a letter I had just received from headquarters, pointing to the investigating staff and other information on the letterhead. Be gave the letterhead a careless, superficial glance, and handed it back to me.
Then he asked if I knew a certain individual, whose name
,
in my puzzlement, I failed to write down and which I subsequently forgot.
I told him I did not know the man.
He had written the name, and a Florida address, on the back of the business card. He explained the individual was apparently the victim of epilepsy, had been picked up downtown and was in St. Mary's Hospital. The card had been found among the patient's belongings and he was just checking to see if I knew him.
He thanked me, said that was all he wanted to know. 1 might add that all of this was conducted with deadpan expressions with no show of humor in connection with saucers.
He walked out of the office. Then it struck me.
How in the world had anyone from Florida come into possession of one of my business cards?
It was the height of illogic.
I picked up the phone and called Bridgeport. AI was away on vacation, his stepfather informed the long distance operatoL I racked my mind. Had I given a card to any stranger? Cox.ne to think of it, I had. But the recipient had been a service man to whom I had given a lift while driving south to my country
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h e about 75 miles south of Clarksburg. The man said he was
:~ to Charleston. West Virginia. Somehow (as it usually does g hen I talk with someone) the subject of saucers came up, and ~ gave him one of the cards when I let him. out near Sutton at the point where I turned off onto a secondary road.
I coulchit see any connection between the service man and an epjleptic from Florida.
I wondered if there was really an epileptic.
I thought of checking with the hospital, but after thinking it over I wondered if all were going well with our organization, and if we might be in some sort of trouble, or might be Investigating something the government would rather we kept our hands off.
I sent a special report of the visit to Bender:
in my opinion the interrogation was quite routine and perhaps only to learn. more about the man in the hospital. I should think, however, that the information on the business card and whatever I told them will go into whatever kind of report they prepare on cases.
"The FBI is probably unconcerned about the flying saucer mystery, although One cannot be sure.
"In the event the FBI is concerned with the mystery, it would seem quite logical that IFSB members and officers might be interrogated further. It would seem to me the FBI might be curious as to what we're up to and check just to make sure we're O.K .
.. If the government should become alarmed about flying sa;cers (~suming they are not already). IFSB members and
o . cers ~ght be questioned, and material in their files 'requested.' dire ~ght be wise to obtain legal opinion in view of preparing a ective to those in the Bureau who are in possession of our
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ofEicial reports and documented evidence of Hying saucers. TIm directive would explain the rights of the individual against seizure of photographs and other materials, and comment upon what duties of a citizen would require giving out otherwise confidential information.
"This is not to suggest that the government is alarmed about Hying saucers, that they might discourage civilian investigation of the mystery, or that they are seizing materials.
"It is my opinion that in the event of a big saucer scare such might come about.
"I think a clear outline of policy should be laid down which would take care of any situation that might develop."
Apparently Bender returned from his vacation about theniirth of September, for that was the date on which he replied to my special report.
He wrote that he was greatly surprised to find the FBI was investigating us. "I cannot for the life of me see why they would be checking up. It certainly proves one thing-the government is more interested in the saucers than we realize. It may bring about a big story for IFSB."
One member, who lived in Florida, was called to myattention. He had changed his address four times. First he lived in Norfolk, Virginia, then at three different places in Florida. While living in Virginia he had been a state representative for IFS13. but had resigned, stating he would be working for the government and all data he collected would be confidential. He was still a member, however, and still received Space Review.
On the same day Bender wrote to me, however, he called a meeting of the IFSB local staff in Bridgeport, according to the October, 1953, issue of Space Review.
Jersey City, New Jersey
They agreed upon a statement to be published in that issue:
"After serious consideration of all aspects involved in the
eration of the International Flying Saucer Bureau. it has been ~~ed to completely reorganize. ElEective January I, 1954, we will no longer be known as the International Flying Saucer Bureau. which specialized only in the mystery of the Flying Saucer."
Even then it would appear Bender was holding back some-
thing from me. Something that later on he would describe only to a few dose friends.
In his September 9 letter Bender also noted it was careless of Lucchesi to have let an lFSB report slip out of his possession.
Which brings us to another mystery, which mayor may not have had some connection with the odd goings-on at Bridgeport.
The Curilovic Case was routine. Nevertheless the Department of Investigation followed it through in the same careful procedure they followed with more dramatic sightings.
Mark R. Curilovic had submitted a photograph containing a saucer~e image. It pictured a sunset over Lake Erie, which Curilovic had shot without seeing any unusual object in the view-finder. The things in the picture were obviously lens reflections, Roberts immediately concluded upon examining the negative and print
Nevertheless the Deparbnent decided the full investigative procedure should be afforded the case, and the careful procedure of its membership can be noted in the following quote from what we officially termed the Curilovic Saucer Report:
Procedure of Investigation: Original Curilovic Report, dated June 8, 1953, was mailed to Barker on that date by Headquarters,
with· .
mstructions to process it through the Department, and to
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reach a decision on authenticity of the Report and photographs. A copy of these instructions, along with Q letter Barker dispatched to Curilovic, was sent to Dove, Roberts, Lucchesi and Daw on June 8, 1953. The original photographic print was sent to Roberts, with instructions to investigate and forward to other members. Barker wrote Curilovic, and was able to secure negatives, and further information. Negatives were forwarded to Roberts, who printed copies in 8 x 10 size in sufficient quantity to be circulated immediately among the members. A digest of Roberts' opinion was attached.
Staff members then submitted their various opinions as te the authenticity of the report
Barker sent a letter to Curilovic on August 12, advising hUn of the Department's decision, and returning prints and negatives he had sent.
The Curilovic Report concluded with the following Verdict:
After weighing the opinions of the Staff, it is apparent that the saucer-like image in the photograph is not an object defined by the Bureau as a Flying Saucer, but was caused by lens reflections in the camera used. This opinion is strengthened by the fact that Curilovic did not see any abnormal phenomena, nor did the other witnesses, when the photographs were taken.
All other data and observations appear to be reliable and tfu.J reporter honest
It is therefore the verdict of the Department that until such time that new evidence might appear to change the opinion of the Staff, the photographs are not considered authentic in respect to containing images of Flying Saucers. Mark R. Curilovic, bow-
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er is comtnended for the clear and honest manner in which
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he submitted the information lQ the Bureau.
The report then listed various enclosures going with the master copy and med at IFSB headquarters in Bridgeport.
Would~be researchers, fired by the enthusiasm of a sighting, or after hearing a few lurid accounts, often rush into the saucer mystery roughshod, expecting to dispose of the entire enigma in a week or a month.
After they discover the volume of work involved in checking on an endless progression of tiring, undramatic, or even deliberately faked data, their enthusiasm is often short-lived. The Curilovic Case is an example of the blanks so often drawn after enthusiastic investigators feel they have something that might be meaningful, just might be that final link in the giant jigsaw of saucertlom.
Members of the Department were level-headed and patient enough to realize, fortunately, that a weeding-out was often as important as an adding-to. For surely there was a nucleus of real phenomena, concrete and discoverable. But it might be a small nucleus. Once that nucleus was pinned down the jigsaw might fall into place.
I am not deliberately boring you with adxnicistrative details of an investigation department that is now defunct, though not by our own choosing.
. If .the Curilovic Report was intrinsically dull, it figured in a.
SItuation much more intriguing.
It in itself may some day tum out to have been a key, not for what it contained, but for who was concerned with it.
This was the report Lu~chesi lost late in August, 1953 ..
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Roberts was cursing over a new electric typewriter he was learning to use, apologizing for the appearance of the report he was writing for me.
To complicate matters the telephone kept ringing, With this and that friend on the line.
Roberts included an account of one of these calls in the letter he was writing me.
It was from the Hudson County Police.
There were three police forces in Jersey City. Roberts explained lengthily, while I skipped down through the letter to find out what was on the mind of the law, regarding, I sus. pected, the usual subject with Roberts-saucers. But Roberts :is taxing when it comes to details. There was the City Police, the Hudson County Boulevard Police, and the other force simply called the Hudson County Police.
He had to explain what each of them did and where each was located.
Then he got to Lieutenant Kellegher.
Kellegher told Roberts a policeman had found a report that seemingly belonged to him, because his name was on it. He read off the other names, including my own, added it was about flying saucers.
Roberts knew immediately that it was the Curilovic Report "Come on over and pick it up. It's about lunch time, but I'll wait up on you," Lieutenant Kellegher promised, then gave directions for finding the police station.
Roberts glanced at his desk top. The Curilovic Report was lying there. Lucchesi must have lost his, for he was the onlY other person in Jersey City who would have one.
He bled to telephone Lucchesi, but the line was busy. That was 11:30. He jumped into the car and drove to the
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H dson County Police station to which he had been directed. II~ arrived there at 11:52 (he had ascribed enough importance to the call to look at his watch). Somehow to him it seemed that not all was exactly right.
It wasn't.
He asked the desk sergeant for Lieutenant Kellegher. The lieutenant wasn't there, the .sergeant told him.
Roberts insisted he must be there, for he had promised to wait for him.
'"Kellegher must have left your property in the record room,"
he was told. "Co down there and ask for King."
King turned out to be a detective, but a detective who knew nothing what:;oever about a lost report. When Roberts insisted that Kellegher had phoned him, and that he must have had the report in his possession because he was reading from it, King said, "Look, rn show you in the books."
He opened a book, evidently a volume for writing down things that had been found. There was no listing of a lost flying saucer report.
King suggested he return the next morning.
By this time Roberts was becoming even more suspicious.
He stopped at Lucchesfs house, gave him a quick rundown on the sitwrtion.
'"You know I don't lose things," Dam insisted. "Look, it's
right in here."
He opened the desk drawer, thumbed through the mail. "111 be damned! I was sure it was here-with the bfllsl" Where could he have lost it?
I continue to become. involved with interesting people. But ~e :ust not digress too far with Dam's brother, Armand. A 00 could be written about the fellow.
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If Armand were a genius, he surely would be classified as a mad one. But I think it's all put on.
Maybe it's because I know little of electronics and becaUse "Om," as he is nicknamed, gets a kick out of pulling my leg.
Om's basement is filled with banks of glowing vacuum tubes and weird-looking electronic devices he has constructed. It looks something like a mad doctor's laboratory. I have never seen a mad doctor's laboratory, except in the movies or on TV, and I suspect that in reality genuine mad doctors exert an effort to make their laboratories look more respectable. Otherwise they would be discovered for what they are. And I suspect that these perhaps thousands of mad doctors, cloaked in their show of respectability, do not want publicity.
I need not say that Om's basement showmanship is only a hobby. At his job he is a fine and serious engineer.
To visit Om's basement is at once dramatic and hilarious.
He is engaged in cooking up Secret Inventions, and his electronic double-talk is convincing to someone unfamiliar with that field. He can give you actual directions for building a simple, inexpensive hydrogen bomb in your own home, a bomb I am suspiciously afraid just might work if someone were brave enough to put it together. But, as Om assured me, it lacks the capacity to blow up more than one or two city blocks.
What impressed me most in Om's "laboratory" was a device which he claimed would take electrical power right out of the air, possible because of another invention of his, the Mobius strip antenna. Now a Mobius strip, mathematicians will tell you, is an actual geometric possibility that can be demonstrated and created. Utilizing such a principle, Om declared, would afford "infinite wave length" to the antenna, and the power received
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