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FLYING SAUCERS 

Die Wa 9 a zine of Space (Conquest 

MAY, 1959 a • ' • WISCO 


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IS SIAM A SECRET BASE FOR SAUCERS? 

By Ron Ormond 

THE FITZGERALD INVESTIGATION 

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34 Contents MAY - 1959 

Ray Palmer, Editor; 

Gray Barker, Eastern Editor; August C. Roberts, Photo Editor 

Col. Ron Ormond, Western Editor Gene Duplantier, Art Editor 

EDITORIAL... Ray Palmer l 

I SAW A FLYING SAUCER . Reports From Our Readers 6 

CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS .. Gray Barker 19 

STRANGE NEW OBJECT SEEN IN HEAVENS . 43 

THE FITZGERALD INVESTIGATION . Coral E. Lorenzen 47 

IS SIAM A SECRET BASE FOR FLYING SAUCERS?.Ron Ormond 51 

BARN DISAPPEARS IN A PUFF OF SMOKE . 56 

A SAUCER-TWO MEN-AND "LITTLE CREATURES" 

.Reprinted from A.P.R.O. 57 

SAUCER KIDNAPPERS? . 60 

THE COMING OF THE SAUCERS (Part VI) . Kenneth Arnold 61 

THERE'S INTELLIGENT LIFE ON THE MOONI . 67 

PERSONALS . From Our Readers 75 

LETTERS. From Our Readers 79 


Front covert A scene from DESTINATION MOON, an Eagle Lion film, 

printed by permission of Eagle Lion films. 


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R ECENTLY Kruschev made an¬ 
other of his long speeches (this 
one took 6!4 hours), but to your 
editor, there was one short sentence 
in it that is positively fascinating in 
its implications. He said that Russia 
“is ready and willing to stop rocket 
and nuclear experiment for all time”. 

As for nuclear testing, we can under¬ 
stand why further experiment is un¬ 
necessary—the weapons already 
developed are fearsome beyond all 
possible necessity, and also are com¬ 
pletely unusable without total de¬ 
struction of civilization. But when 
rocket development is something 
that they are ready and willing to 
stop for all time, then we are alerted 
to the apparent confirmation of our 
announcement some time ago that 
the Russians had found something 
out about space that changes the 
space travel picture completely. We 
can, if we wish, read into this in¬ 
nocent sentence the admission by 
the Soviets that space travel is Im¬ 
possible, and that therefore they are 
ready and willing to abandon rocket¬ 
ry. In fact, so convinced are they of 
the impossibility that they specify 
“for all time”. 

There are those of our readers who 
will instantly take us up on this 
statement, and point to the Russian 
rocket which they placed “in orbit” 
around the sun. To forestall these 
readers, we'll go into our thinking 
on this subject, which is not new 
thinking at all, but dates (with us) 
back to 1945! We have held, and in 
fact wrote an article which was pub¬ 
lished in Nowadays, a national news¬ 
paper supplement magazine (now 
defunct), in 1947 or 1948, that postu- 



RAY PALMER 


lated our belief, based on years of 
research, that space travel was ac¬ 
tually Impossible, because of some¬ 
thing to do with electro-magnetic 
fields. At the-time we wrote this, it 
was considered “heresy” by science 
readers, because we were then editor 
of several of the world’s leading sci¬ 
ence fiction magazines, Amazing 
Stories and Fantastic Adventures. 

It all has to do with a theory of 
matter, and its formation. We held 
(and the theory has since been gen¬ 
erally accepted in theory by many 
prominent physicists) that matter is 
formed by a sort of “vortex” process 
in which a “whirlpool” is set up in 
the ether, which takes the finely 
dispersed matter with which all 
space is filled (also confirmed now 
by both Russian and American rock¬ 
et tests), and drives it to its center, 

(Continued on page 44) 


I 



I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


This section of FLYING SAUCERS is devoted to factual reports 
by our readers. Here you will find the personal accounts of 
those who have actually seen flying saucers, and here, if you 
are one of those lucky ones, is the place for you to tell your 
own storyl If you have had any sort of "saucer" experience, 
please send it in to us and we will print it. 


I have only recently become ac¬ 
quainted with your publication, and, 
if you’ll pardon a little frankness, I 
have a hard time believing most of 
the things in it. However, I know 
that the flying saucer legend no 
matter how much fabrication it may 
contain, has a hard core of truth. 
I have never disclosed this to any¬ 
one except a few scoffing friends 
and relatives, but I think that you 
might at least pay some attention 
to it. 

Back in 1950, I was trying to pur¬ 
sue my hobby of wildlife photo¬ 
graphy in southwestern Illinois. I 
was not hunting U.F.O's. I didn't 
even believe in them. I heard noth¬ 
ing unusual, but I just happened to 
look up as I entered a large clearing 
in the woods; and, so help me, I saw 
a flying saucer. It looked like a 
round, shiny metallic disc. It was al¬ 
most directly overhead, and very 
low, motionless against the sky. In 
the panic of the moment, I thought 
it was almost on top of me. It start¬ 
ed moving slowly away from me to¬ 
ward the Southwest. I could now see 
that its body was like two round 
slightly convex, congruent pieces of 
shiny metal, one atop the other, and 
that there was what looked like a 
red half-ball, rather small, on the 
middle of the upper platter. It stop¬ 


ped moving and hovered again in 
mid-air, still very close to me. I’d 
say that its volume was roughly 
equivalent to that of a passenger 
plane. Only then did I come to my 
senses, quickly find the big object 
in the viewer of my camera, and 
snap the shutter. Immediately after 
I did so, the thing took off along a 
beeline toward the Southeast. I’d say 
it was moving at about the speed of 
a jet plane, but it made no sound 
that I could hear. Then It was gone 
behind the treetops. 

By sheer luck, I got a perfect 
photograph of the object, but I have 
long since stopped showing it to peo¬ 
ple. However, I think that you might 
have means by which to check the 
truthfulness of my picture. 

That day, a shiny metallic disc was 
sighted in the sky as it hovered over 
a place about five miles south of 
De Soto, Illinois, about sixty miles 
southeast of where I was. Among the 
witnesses was a man, who was fixing 
his roof at the time, his wife, who was 
in the yard, and a Baptist preacher 
of impeccable character (he is now 
pastor of a large church in Miami, 
Florida), who was on U S. Route 51, 
whereon he stopped to look at the 
phenomenon just In front of the 
aforementioned man’s house. Rev¬ 
erend Holt told me that the silvery 


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I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


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disc hovered in the sky for quite a 
long time, and he got a very good 
look at it. His description is the same 
as the one I gave of what I saw 
above. After hovering, he said that 
it streaked off, "straight south for 
Carbondale, faster than any plane”, 
and was gone in an instant, leaving 
no perceivable vapor trail or other 
evidence of its having been present. 

I never did talk very much about 
the incident, even after Reverend 
Holt became my pastor and friend, 
and I learned of his sighting. I knew 
what I had used to think about peo¬ 
ple who saw flying saucers. The De 
Soto witnesses never reported their 
sighting to the authorities, presum¬ 
ably for the same reason. But after 
reading your magazine, I realize 
that we have been making a grave 
mistake by keeping this thing under 
wraps. What with so many crackpot 
stories going around, the truth will 
never be discerned if those of us who 
really have something to report do 
not fulfill what is really our obliga¬ 
tion to mankind. 

Therefore, I ask you if you might 
be willing to consider for publica¬ 
tion my photograph, which is de¬ 
finitely bona fide, the names of the 
witnesses I mentioned, and or my 
story. 

Dean Morgan 
2100 No. 19th St. 

. East St. Louis, Illinois 

Flying Saucers will be only too 
happy to print your photo and your 
completely documented story. Be 
sure to send us a print of the photo. 

—The Editor 
★ * ★ 

December 27 

This sighter worked on B-24’s dur¬ 
ing the war. Between 11 and 12 this 
morning. Sighter was driving west, 
near KSOP when she saw a slim 
object with no discernible wings de¬ 
scending slowly, but steeply over the 


new addition area at about 800 feet 
It was moving East of South. It was 
greyish. Made no noise, left no ex¬ 
haust. It was surrounded by a very 
fine slate-color mist. It was as long 
as a B-24. 

On December 18, a huge object or 
objects were sighted north of Salt 
Lake City, possibly as far north as 
Hill Field and at least 70,000 feet 
high. A B-52 had just left an ex¬ 
tremely brilliant vapor trail from 
horizon to horizon from the south to 
the north, when a huge lenticular ob¬ 
ject appeared approximately V 2 mile 
east of it. The B-52 had already dis¬ 
appeared in the North, when object 
appeared. Object appeared slightly 
luminous on becoming visible. Very 
shortly after it turned white. First 
object showed its outline very clear¬ 
ly. Second identical object of same 
width moved out partially from 
above it. Objects appeared to move 
slightly North and South, but no 
more so than a tethered balloon. 

Objects must have been *4 mile 
across or more than 10 times the 
width of the vapor trail. We all know 
a B-52 is 185 feet wide and its vapor 
trail fans out until it is at least 200 
feet wide. Estimated -altitude of the 
B-52 was 35,000 feet which is a good 
working altitude for them. It looked 
about Inch wide so we know it 
was way up there. 

Sighter was walking North on 
West Temple between South Temple 
and North Temple shortly after 4 10 
P.M ; Objects were in sight only 1' 2 
minutes, they then receded upward 
at a terrific speed. Sighter was ore 
of the first observers to spot Foo- 
fighters over Europe. These were 
guided Intelligent balls of light. They 
used to be sent up to help German 
night fighters to measure off wing¬ 
span of B-24’s. He served with the 
XV Bomber Command in Italy, B- 
24’s and B-17’s. 



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I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


December 27, 

Last night I sighted two huge ci¬ 
gars East of the city. They appeared 
luminous at first. They were located 
hartf-way between Moon and bright 
star, directly below the Moon. Esti¬ 
mate they were 20 miles away. These 
cigars had a very sharp outline for 
a short time. These objects were 
probably a mile long. They were side 
by side about a mile apart at the 
same altitude. Anyone looking at the 
moon at about 9:25 P.M. could have 
seen them. They were in sight about 
lVa minutes. I detected a very slight 
movement before they vanished re- 
ceeding upward at terrific speed. I 
am familiar wih the case of the B-17 
pilot who was followed from Klagen- 
fort, Austria to the Adriatic during 
WWII. By the time it happened we 
were used to balls of light accom¬ 
panying us. This is written up in a 
NICAP bulletin. I sighted my first 
UFO about 3 p.m. on June 26, 1947. 
I was working for Pacific Telephone 
and Telegraph, when I sighted this 
huge luminous disc over Hanford 
Atomic Works. It rotated through 
the color spectrum from the appear¬ 
ance of burning magnesium to cher¬ 
ry red iron and back again. This I 
reported to the authorities in 1952. 
Nothing has come of it. I sighted 36 
separate objects one night in about 
2Vx hours over Helena, Montana on 
Sept. 28. 1956. I reported It. They 
said they were 1,200 MPH plovers. 
Most recent makes total of 22 sight¬ 
ings. I wouldn’t report it if a disc 
landed In Temple Square. I’ve seen 
66 unidentified flying objects. I can 
be reached at El. 9-1879 If anyone 
wants to tell me about their sight¬ 
ing. Ask for Eric. 

E. A. Erickson 
Box 1501 

Salt Lake City 10, Utah 

★ ★ ★ 

At last, after many hours of 


watching the skies, I have seen my 
first flying saucer. There were two 
of them, in fact, and they were be¬ 
having in a very odd manner. That 
is, I thought it was odd. Other peo¬ 
ple may have witnessed such things 
before. 

On December 29th, 1958, my fi¬ 
ance, Ina Spann, and I were driving 
to St. Louis, coming back from Plea¬ 
sant Hill, Illinois, on State Route 96, 
having just celebrated my birthday 
in the smaller town. 

About midway between the towns 
of Pleasant Hill and Atlas, Ina cried, 
“Oh, Look!”, and pointed to the sky. 
I looked and saw, above us and to 
the left, two U.F.O.’s, darting at great 
speeds above a barren field which 
contained a grove of trees on its far 
side. 

I can’t say how high they were noi 
how large. To me, they appeared the 
size of a.silver dollar held at arms 
length. Their color was sliver. This 
last may be wrong, however, because 
they also gave off a bright light. 
Too bright, in fact, to have been re¬ 
flected on a day so heavily overcast 
as this was. 

My wonder increased as I saw that 
the objects seemed to be carrying 
on some sort of battle, although 
there were no flashes of light and 
no sort of noise which would indi 
cate that they were using some sort 
of weapons familiar to us. Also there 
was no noise of propulsion such as 
is heard when an airplane passes 
over. 

Although it was cold we got out 
of the car, in order to better see as 
this silent battle was fought in the 
skies. 

The objects remained in view for 
about fifteen minutes, during which 
time I did not see a single car pass. 

As we watched, the saucers dodged 
and attacked one another, always at 
speeds which were faster than any 



I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


9 


jet airplane I have ever seen. I think 
the turns they made would have 
killed a human being. During one 
sharp turn, in which the object was 
banked, I could see that it was de¬ 
finitely round and flat and with no 
markings of any kind. No markings, 
at least, that I or my fiance was abje 
to discern. 

Finally, near the end of the fif¬ 
teen minutes, we watched one sau¬ 
cer speed north and on a collision 
course with the other saucer, which 
was not moving, and which made no 
visible effort to avoid the certain 
disaster. 

Suddenly there was a sound like 
muffle.d thunder and the onrushing 
saucer belched a thick black smoke 
from its leading edge. It came to a 
dead stop then rushed away to the 
east, trailing a gray smoke. The oth¬ 
er saucer gave chase and soon both 
were out of sight and beyond the 
grove of trees. 

Ina and I stood looking at the spot 
where we had last seen them for 
perhaps a minute before getting 
back into the car and driving on. 
During that time the saucers did not 
return. 

Later that night, when we were 
back in St. Louis, I called the Globe- 
Democrat and gave them my story. 
The reporter I talked to said he 
would look into it. 

As you may have already guessed, 
I have heard no more about the in¬ 
cident though I thoroughly read 
every issue of the paper for a week 
after that. 

But that is the story and I am glad 
I was a part of it. I now know, even 
though I have no proof, that the 
flying saucers are real, no matter 
what anyone says to the contrary. 

Edward E. Bolling 
3665 North Market St. 

St. Louis, Missouri 

★ ★ ★ 


I am the Librarian at Newaygo 
Carnegie Library, Newaygo, Mich. 
T'iss McCann, a music teacher in 
Newaygo and I were driving to the 
city of Grand Rapids to a Bible lec¬ 
ture the night of Oct. 3rd, 1958 
Grand Rapids is about 40 miles from 
here and takes about an hour to get 
there. That is, we allow about that 
time to make an appointment. We 
had gone about half way to Grand 
Rapids which is a town called Sparta 
when Miss McCann suddenly said to 
me. “Look at that light streaking 
across the sky.” I wear thick lens as 
I am very near sighted. Also my eyes 
focus very slowly so by the time she 
had directed me where to look it 
was gone. The sky was pitch black; 
not a cloud anywhere. In going over 
all the facts later we recalled that 
neither of us had noted the moon 

We did however note stars as Miss 
McCann called my attention to the 
difference in the brightness of the 
stars and the Saucers. Later also we 
decided that if anyone knew the 
speed at which the human eye can 
move from one side of Its socket to 
the other while holding the head 
still that would be the speed at 
which those Saucers traveled. That 
speed we two women do not know 
but would like to know because we 
were so fortunate as to have a thirty 
minute display that in all the ex¬ 
periences I have read of thus far no 
one has ever had. While my friend 
and I were discussing as to what it 
could have been and I especially felt 
bad to think I had not even seen 
what she was talking about, she sud¬ 
denly said excitedly, “There it is 
again.” That time I was all prepared 
as I had not taken my eyes from the 
sky. I have read more than she on 
the subject of Saucers so I imme¬ 
diately said, “That’s a Flying Sau¬ 
cer. I bet.” I had wished ever since 
I read my first book that I could see 



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I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


one of them once, but believed it to 
be beyond any possibility that I ever 
would, because they always seemed 
to be sighted in desert or mountain 
regions where I certainly never ex¬ 
pected to be. However, back in July 
’52 there were what I believe 5 Scout 
ships passed over Newaygo. It was 
the 12th, on a Sunday afternoon. A 
friend of mine living a few bloccks 
from me, here in Newaygo was out 
in her garden when a neighbor’s 
children playing around suddenly 
called to their Grandma to look up 
in the sky. She did and called to my 
friend who also looked. They thought 
of saucers and ran to call me on the 
phone, but before they could get me 
and I got outdoors they had van¬ 
ished. They were silvery discs fly¬ 
ing in formation. They followed the 
Muskegon River that flows through 
the town. These two women are ma¬ 
ture, reliable people and I could 
vouch for them that they did not 
have any hallucination. They de¬ 
scribed them to me saying they had 
a sort of tail. I felt sorry to think I 
had missed seeing them but I know 
of no one else that saw them that 
day besides the aforementioned chil¬ 
dren. There was no sound heard. It 
was about 2 P.M. All the details led 
me to believe that they were un¬ 
manned and were in all probability 
scout ships as I said. But to come 
back to the Oct. 3rd sighting we be¬ 
came so excited we failed to count 
how many times it flashed across 
the sky from west to east before we 
both shouted at once, “There’s an¬ 
other one.” Later we decided that 
they were circling the city of Grand 
Rapids. The car just In front of us 
slowed down so they evidently had 
also sighted it. Cars all along the 
line we presumed slowed down to 
watch. A daughter of mine that I 
was relating our experience to later 
said, “If that had been me I'd have 


f 

let the meeting go and gotten out 
and watched the display till It end¬ 
ed.” As it was, my friend did not 
want to be late to the meeting, so 
we finally pulled out around the car 
and went ahead but even so we had 
a continual display all the way into 
the city when they were lost to our 
vision because of all the neon signs 
of the city or they might have 
streaked off not to return as we 
think possible from what I heard 
later. As I said, one followed the 
other from west to east for several 
minutes, then somewhere in the 
blackness they turned and came 
from east to west for several turns. 
It was Just breathtaking. I am amaz¬ 
ed Miss McCann kept that car in 
the road. Once the one in the rear 
caught up with the one in front and 
appeared to latch on to it and they 
flew that way once across. Then an¬ 
other time they flew parallel to each 
other. Every breath we wondered 
what stunt they would do next, but 
then, another exciting thing hap¬ 
pened. The search lights at the 
Grand Rapids Airport suddenly came 
on and criss-crossed the sky for the 
next 15 minutes. In fact, they were 
still sweeping the sky when we 
alighted from our car which was not 
far from the airport and we remark¬ 
ed that it seemed as though we could 
reach up and touch them. We did 
not know it that night, but a few 
days later in Newaygo as we were 
telling our experience, for we did 
nothing else for several days save 
tell everybody we knew that we had 
seen two Saucers, two of my Sau¬ 
cer fans exclaimed, “So, that’s what 
it was.” They had been in Grand 
Rapids that night on business un¬ 
known to us and suddenly noted 
that the search lights were operat¬ 
ing. When the search lights were 
first installed at the airport they 
were on every night but later they 



I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


11 


were discontinued on account of ex¬ 
pense, I presume, and only went on 
when ordered on, by the top brass 
for some purpose. Our friends know¬ 
ing this, naturally wondered what 
was up, but of course had no way 
of learning, but Immediately upon 
hearing our story of that night said, 

“So they were seen by a good many 
others besides you folks.” We watch¬ 
ed every edition of the Grand Rapids 
papers but not a word ever appeared 
till the next Wednesday when an ar¬ 
ticle which I clipped, but now have 
misplaced evidently, appeared, simp¬ 
ly stating a brief resume of the num¬ 
ber of Flying Saucers reported dur¬ 
ing the year to the Pentagon and 
that all Investigations proved them 
to be birds, balloons, car lights, etc., 
etc., the same old line we’ve read so 
often, and that one percent were 
unidentified, but that even though 
they could not be identified they 
were not to be feared as secret wea¬ 
pons of some other nation etc. etc. 
Not a word about such a recent dis¬ 
play as Grand Rapids had had Just 
the Friday before. As the Saucers did 
not fly over Detroit I presume the 
Detroit Press felt more free to put 
in a write-up the next day about the 
Saucers that were sighted the night 
before buzzing Grand Rapids and 
Battle Creek. A son of mine lives in 
Madison Heights, a suburb of De¬ 
troit. He read the article about the 
Saucers, but thought no more about 
the fact until Oct. 18th when he and 
his family came up here to visit me 
and the first thing I had to tell him 
was that I had seen two Saucers. 

At first he thought I had a dream, 
but when I brought out all the facts 
in the case he decided that no planes 
ever went at that speed. He was First 
Lieut, and flew a Thunderbolt in Pa¬ 
cific Theatre during the war so he 
knows a little about planes and then 
he remembered reading an account 


of the Saucers in his paper and said 
to his wife and called to her atten¬ 
tion their remarks to each other and 
said that was the very thing you 
saw, then. What did they look like? 
They were the exact size and shape 
as the picture you have on the cover 
of your Flying Saucer magazine for 
Oct. except for one thing. They were 
opaque brilliant blue-white, but at 
what we called the rear of the thing 
there was a blue haze the exact size 
and shape of a Bunny’s tail. Once 
during the criss-crossing of the 
search lights the one beam appeared 
to get one of the saucers right on 
the point of the light and it seemed 
for a split second as though it held 
it there. Then the Saucer pulled 
away from it, but always the lights 
seemed to miss them except the one 
that once. Whether it did get it in 
its range of course we don’t know, 
but it sure looked like it to us. From 
the very first I have believed that 
flying saucers were real. The evi¬ 
dence to ine was Irrefutable. 

Mrs. Evelyn Minot 
Newaygo, Mich. 

★ ★ ★ 

In regards to an incident which 
was recorded and printed in our lo¬ 
cal paper. An object sighted by a Mr. 
and Mrs. Gene Shaeffer of Lander, 
Wyoming. 

May I quote the article in full. 
Dated Jan. 16, 1959 as follows: 

CASPER (AP)—The Casper Air 
Filter Service has referred reports 
of the sighting and filming of an 
unidentified flying object to Malm- 
strom Air Force Base In Great Falls. 
Mont. 

Casper Air Force personnel said 
Malmstrom officials may contact a 
resident who spotted the strange 
flying object near Dubois last week. 
The object was spotted by Mr. and 
Mrs. Gene Shaeffer of Lander as 
they were driving west of Dubois. 



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I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


Shaeffer described it as a type of 
plane with a double fuselage, widely 
spaced apart, and large lights on the 
bottom. He took pictures of it with 
a movie camera. 

I would like very much to know if 
any further information has been 
acknowledged by authorities or oth¬ 
er sources. Or if this sighting was 
significant enough to be recognized 
by interested organizations such as 
a Flying Saucer magazine. 

As I have been intently interested 
in the subject of UF.O. and this 
sighting seems to carry an excellent 
source of confirmation. 

Norval C. Williamson 
3709-5th Ave. No. 

Great Falls, Mont 

★ ★ ★ 

I first saw a flying saucer in March 
of 1945, although at that time I 
merely called it a space ship, for 
which I was duly ridiculed by friends. 

I have made no previous report to 
officials or any publication of this . 
sighting. During the last 14 years 
I have merely been observing and 
weighing the evidence of books and 
reports of other sightings. But if the 
future is based on anything like past 
events in this business of Weighing 
the evidence, then that is about all 
anyone will be able to do. 

I say that my sighting was of a 
space ship because I am convinced 
that is exactly what it was. I was 
that close to it. At the time I was 
living at my home in Belfast, Maine, 
a little seacoast town on the Penob¬ 
scot Bay. I was up in the back fields 
and woods hunting squirrels. I was 
looking up in the branches of some 
tall elms where the big gray squir¬ 
rels hide out when to my amazement 
a tremendous elongated object came 
into view just above the trees It was 
moving very slow and the front por¬ 
tion seemed to be tilted at a sharp 
angle toward the earth. I knew the 


trails of that portion of the forest 
well and followed the object at a 
dead run. I could see that it was 
coming closer to the earth and 
thought then it might be a huge 
dirigible about to crash. In the n -it 
few moments it became lost from 
view because of quite dense ever¬ 
green foliage in that section of the 
forest. But I ran in the general di¬ 
rection of the object’s course. I kept 
thinking how really tremendous it 
had been. Then I came into a small 
open field just in time to see the 
tremendous object crash into the 
trees at the edge of the far end of 
the clearing. I stopped dead in my 
tracks. When it crashed, it split a 
huge pine tree almost straight down 
the center. One end was now tilting 
up precariously and sort of white 
wispy clouds were rising from some¬ 
where under the great ship. There 
was an odor of burned rubber. The 
ship was still intact, and nowhere 
could I see any openings or the 
slightest signs of movement. I got 
scared then, but remained there at 
the edge of the clearing on the far 
side behind a tree, just staring. The 
object was truly of tremendous size, 
and to the best of my memory now I 
would guess that several B-36 air¬ 
craft could have been placed inside 
it. As I stood there too scared to 
move, the lowest end of the huge ob¬ 
ject began to rise, and at the same 
instant I could detect a humming 
noise that began to increase slowly 
in intensity. When the ship had 
risen to a horizontal position it be¬ 
gan to spin slowly (like a football 
in flight). It began to spin faster 
and as it did so the humming sound 
increased to a low whine and I had 
to cover my ears to keep my ear¬ 
drums from splitting. I was still 
looking at the object, spinning at 
a tremendous rate, when from one 
end there spewed a whole shower of 



I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


13 


what appeared to be fine, silvery 
threads glinting in the sunlight. In 
the next instant the huge object 
seemed to glow from the dull black 
I had first seen to a white metallic 
color. Then it rose straight up at a 
fantastic speed and was out of sight 
in seconds. 

I was a little dizzy from the hum¬ 
ming effect. I turned and hurried 
back home. I told some of my friends 
about it, but they laughed it off. A 
few days later I returned to the spot 
and showed a couple of my friends 
the huge pine tree that had been 
split down the center (which to this 
day is still there for all to see). But 
they guessed the tree had been 
struck by lightning. When I showed ' 
them the other trees and vast tract 
of underbrush that had been dis¬ 
turbed by the huge object they were 
mystified but still didn’t believe my 
story, although they went all over 
town that night telling everyone I 
had seen a space ship. My own view 
now is that the huge object was some 
sort of mother ship that had experi¬ 
enced a malfunction. 

In the fall of 1946 I was living in 
the country in a heavily wooded sec¬ 
tion about ten miles inland from 
Belfast. I was helping my brother- 
in-law at his lumber camp for a 
few days. One night I came home 
late and my mother told me a 
strange story of something she had 
seen that night earlier. She had gone 
outside to draw a pail of water. 
Something caught her eye. Looking 
up, she saw low over the nearby 
trees a small orange ball that moved 
slowly in a horizontal path. Then, 
she said, it stopped briefly and be¬ 
gan to move just as slowly in the 
opposite direction. After watching it 
for a few minutes, she went inside 
to get my sister, but when they re¬ 
turned the object had vanished. She 
told others about It, but of course 


they thought she had seen some¬ 
thing quite natural. My mother was 
never interested in phenomena of 
that nature. In fact, she used to ri¬ 
dicule me for reading science fic¬ 
tion. After what she saw she didn’t 
ridicule me any more. Of all people, 
she is the last person I would sus¬ 
pect of reporting anything like that 
if she hadn’t really seen it. 

In more than a majority of UFO 
reports a similar “orange” color has 
been observed. This gives me reason 
to believe that these reports are all 
authentic. This small bit of informa¬ 
tion may be of value to you. 

I know you will keep my name con¬ 
fidential. If. however, you wish to 
use any of the above report, you may 
do so as long as my name is not re¬ 
vealed. 

★ ★ ★ 

• In 1936 I was residing in the Pana¬ 
ma Canal Zone and was a member 
of the C.Z. Astronomical Society. One 
weekday night, just after one of 
these meetings, Professor P.C.D. 
(our instructor) and myself witness¬ 
ed a most unexplainable sight. Prof, 
had driven several of us home after 
the meeting and I was the last one 
to be taken home. In front of my 
home we stood and took one last look 
at the heavens before saying good¬ 
night. The vantage point for observ¬ 
ing the southern sky was better by 
my home—near the Pacific—than it 
was at the Observatory where we 
had been. 

The -night was extremely still and 
clear and the stars so thick they al¬ 
most buried the familiar constella¬ 
tions. “Look," Prof suddenly ex¬ 
claimed, “that one’s moving”! I 
looked in the direction of his ex¬ 
tended arm and, unbelievably 
enough, what appeared to be a red 
star was quietly making its way 
among the other golden stars. It was 
somewhat higher than 45 degrees in 



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I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


the sky, as well as I remember—and 
travelling from south to north. 

We seemed to know instinctively 
that it was not an airplane, although 
in that day and age there was no 
talk of UFO's either. Honestly, for 
a moment it seemed just like a red 
star was changing positions while no 
one was looking, so to speak. We 
stood, transfixed, watching the 
thing. An eerie feeling came over me 
and the words; “You’re seeing some¬ 
thing the rest of the world knows 
nothing of”, came into my mind. 

Suddenly, the “red star” came to 
a halt. We stood amazed, wondering 
what next. Then, to our complete 
consternation, it travelled in three 
small circles—as though someone 
were writing small e's, only from 
right to left. Prof and I figured out 
five or six reasons on the spot why 
it was not a plane, then we made 
a dash for the key to the observa¬ 
tory which was in possession of the 
President of the Society. By the time 
we awakened him, obtained the key 
and started on our way, we had lost 
sight of our object and this was the 
end of our strange sighting. Next 
day Prof checked with the Army to 
see if any weather balloons had been 
released in the surrounding area. 
None had. Oh, if we had just known 
about Flying Saucers in those days, 
we wouldn’t have felt quite so 
“stumped” over what we saw. 

Incidentally, the red color was 
rather an orange red, like the lighted 
end of a cigarette. In observing the 
object I did not feel that this was a 
light on some dark object, but rather 
that the entire object was that color. 
From the beginning I was impressed 
that the thing was very, very far 
away. Had it been a plane we should 
have heard the motor, with its run¬ 
ning light appearing that large, on 
such a still night. Neither do planes 
suddenly stop and then proceed in 


tiny circles. 

Concerning the green fireballs of 
a few years ago, friends and our¬ 
selves saw many of these around El 
Paso. 

Mildred M. Higgins 

Rt. 6 

Fayetteville, Ark. 

★ ★ ★ 

I would like to report a U.F.O. 
sighting made by a friend and co¬ 
worker of mine, Mr. John Nelson 
of 630 S. Wheatland Ave., Columbus, 
Ohio. 

The date was November 19th, 1958, 
the time, about 5:20 P.M. Mr. Nelson 
was about to enter his home when 
.his attention was directed to what 
he thought was a jet plane directly 
above him, but when he looked up he 
did not spot a plane, so he scanned 
the sky and looking south just above 
the house tops he saw an object ap¬ 
proaching him, (slightly to his right) 
and as the object came nearer the 
sound that first caught his atten¬ 
tion, stopped abruptly and he heard 
it no more. 

The sky was cloudless and visibility 
was unlimited as the U.F.O. moved 
closer he observed what looked like 
two discs, one above the other, or as 
he described it, two wings, one above 
the other. The sun shone red on the 
upper part of the object, while the 
lower part was silver in color. 

Mr. Nelson said the object did not 
deviate from a straight course or 
change color, and at times the two 
discs looked like they were attached 
to each other and seemed to be ro¬ 
tating like a top. 

No trails were observed, the object 
appeared to be at a high altitude 
and about half the size of a full 
moon. 

Mr. Nelson watched this U.F.O. 
out of sight to the north. We figured 
he observed it through an arc of ap¬ 
proximately one hundred and fifty 



I SAW A PLYING SAUCER 


18 


degrees for about two and one half 
minutes (estimated). 

Richard I. Smith 
438 Nashoba Ave. 

Columbus 23, Ohio. 

★ ★ ★ 

As a subscriber to your magazine 
Flying Saucers, I have felt somewhat 
guilty for some time past in not 
sending you a copy of a letter which 
I wrote home from the British front 
in World War I. 

I quote below exactly as this letter 
was written and which was received 
by my parents:— 

“December 17, 1916 

Thank you for your congratula¬ 
tions. No, I have no red tabs, I am 
only on the Staff—not the General 
Staff. 

I saw this morning a most remark¬ 
able thing and I believed for the mo¬ 
ment that I was suffering from an 
optical delusion, but as two Sergeant 
Majors saw it at the same time as 
myself, I suppose it was there. I shall 
tell you what I thought I saw:— 

In the sky, far away, appeared 
what looked like a Zeppelin. This 
rose straight towards the clouds (in 
rear of our lines) not like a flying 
machine, but straight up as a heli¬ 
copter. After running vertically, it 
suddenly darted forward at a pace 
which must have been 200 m.p.h. It 
then turned around and darted 
backwards and forwards and then 
suddenly rising, disappeared in the 
clouds (n.b. I had lemonade for 
lunch). 

You can take this how you like, 
but it is the most wonderful thing 
I have ever seen, if it existed.’’ 

I don’t know whether this would 
have any connection with the above 
“viewing”, but it was in this area 
where the first gas attack was 
launched and the Germans first 
fired their 17" Big Berthas. 

Maurice Philip Tuteur 


3580 Arnold Avenue 
San Diego 4, California 

On the cloudless evening of August 
22, 1958, at 8:50 P.M. a UFO was first 
sighted, just as Sputnik #3 was pass¬ 
ing over Pittsburgh, by Mr. Angelo 
Esposito. It was headed in a North 
Westerly direction and had no 
sound. It was brighter than a first 
magnitude star and had a soft whit¬ 
ish glow. It was visible for approxi¬ 
mately one minute. 

Also on this very same night, a 
second sighting was made; this sau¬ 
cer shaped object being pursued by 
a jet plane. It appeared as if the jet 
had a radar lock on the UFO because 
of its close pursuit. It stayed ap¬ 
proximately one degree to the rear 
of the disc. It was first seen by two 
visitors who were attending the Al¬ 
legheny Observatory’s Open House. 
They called my attention to two 
small points of light moving Just be¬ 
low the quarter phased moon. They 
then moved onward past the moon, 
moving in an Easterly direction. I 
would estimate their speeds to be 
from 400 to 500 miles per hour. The 
estimated height would be about 
10,000 to' 11,000 feet. They then 
started a very large arc in the vici¬ 
nity of the star Altair in Aquila. Af¬ 
ter completely turning about, they 
proceeded North West. At this point, 
I hurried over to a man who was 
showing visitors the moon through a 
10 power Theodolite and very ab¬ 
ruptly asked to see if I could locate 
these two lights. He did not have a 
chance to say yes or no before I had 
this fine instrument trained on the 
brighter light of the two, this I found 
to be a jet plane. I then quickly 
changed from the brighter light to 
the dull one in front and found it 
to be disc shaped and yellowish 
white in color. Just as they passed 
overhead the front light (UFO) 
dimmed and seemed to try and out- 



18 


I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


climb the pursuing plane. This did 
not apparently succeed and on to 
the North West they flew. After get¬ 
ting quite far in the distance I then 
observed the front light (UFO) dim • 
and completely black out. The Jet 
then did some very odd turns and 
dives and finally gave up trying to 
find it again. This second sighting 
was observed for approximately four 
minutes. I asked for witnesses to 
bolster my story and found two very 
enthusiastic men who consented to 
give me their names and addresses. 
There were also some very skeptical 
people standing by who just would 
not believe us. One of the skeptics 
is the director of our moon watch 
station here In Pittsburgh. He told 
me later in the evening that they 
were both jet planes flying at high 
altitudes. He also mentioned to one 
of my friends, when I wasn’t around, 
that I was nuts. Then, came the fin¬ 
ale. At 10:42 P.M. of the same night, 

I was talking over the earlier ob¬ 
servations when suddenly I noticed 
in our Northern skies the very same 
lights I had seen before. They were 
traveling close together, with the 
brighter of the two exactly one de¬ 
gree behind the less brighter light 
just as it was in my first sighting 
I again ran over to the 10 power 
Theodolite, which this time was very 
privately sitting alone in a corner of 
the roof, and trained it on the bright 
light and found it once again to be 
a jet plane. I then switched to the 
front light and found it to be a disc 
exactly like the first. It seemed to be 
approximately 25 feet in diameter 
and traveling at the same speeds as 
before. They both proceeded to the 
North until again the first light 
(UFO) dimmed and went out. On do¬ 
ing this, the jet made a quick turn 
to the North West and disappeared 
in the distance. This third sighting 
was observed for approximately 1*4 . 


minutes. 

Two people besides myself observ¬ 
ed this third showing of the night 
and they had no doubt whatsoever 
in believing this object was under 
some type of intelligent control. I 
am sorry to say I was the only one 
in both instances to observe this disc 
shaped object through the Theodo¬ 
lite. I did not see any exhaust or 
port holes on this craft. I also did 
not hear or notice this Jet plane fire 
on the object in any way. All it 
seemed to me was a game of “catch” 
being played by our earthly visitor 
and our obviously befuddled pilot 
With this third sighting I left for a 
very thought-filled night of no sleep. 

Clark C. McClelland 
533 Highland Place 

Pittsburgh 2, Penna. 

★ ★ ★ 

I have several UFO sightings to 
report. They range all the way from 
1954 to last Wednesday. 

Nov. 1954: (Exact date uncertain) 
Either 3 or 5 objects were seen by 
my wife and I. The sighting was at 
night about 8:30, and all we were 
able to see were lights; like ordinary 
electric lights in color and each ob- 
ject had three lights arranged in a 
vertical row, equi-distant and ap¬ 
proximately 50 feet apart. (Distance 
may have been more than 50 feet 
but was certainly not less.) When 
first seen there were two of the ob¬ 
jects at an altitude of about 500 
feet, side by side and several hun¬ 
dred feet apart. Shortly after we 
sighted them the object on the right 
flicked, there is no other word for 
it, a mile or more to the right and 
quite a bit higher. Shortly afterward 
the one remaining where we had 
first sighted them was joined by a 
third in almost the same position 
as the one which had flicked to the 
right. Moments later all three disap¬ 
peared and then, as we arrived at 



I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


17 


about the point where all three were 
when first sighted, we saw one to the 
east and one to the west. Both tra¬ 
velling northward at an altitude of 
about 3,000 feet and at an estimated 
speed in excess of 800 miles per hour. 

A few days later Mr. Frank 
Knechtel and I saw eight of the 
same type of objects travelling to¬ 
gether in a westerly direction at an 
altitude of perhaps 10,000 feet. Jet 
aircraft at a nearby air base were 
scrambled immediately, but the 
UFO's disappeared before the Jets 
could arrive. 

What sort of aircraft, or airborne 
construction exists on this planet 
which would answer the description: 
At least 100 feet in a vertical dimen¬ 
sion, able to remain motionless or 
travel at extremely high speeds? I 
do not Include their ability to ap¬ 
parently change position instantan¬ 
eously as that effect could be pro¬ 
duced by other means. 

Dec. 1954 (Again no specific date) 
At about 8:00 P.M. I was travelling 
eastward from Riverside, Calif., 
when directly ahead I saw a green 
fire ball travelling on a nearly hori¬ 
zontal plane and headed north at a 
speed I would estimate at about 200 
miles per hour. It was a beautiful, 
bright green and apparently about 
the size of the full moon. It sudden¬ 
ly fizzled out leaving a few sparks 
drifting toward the ground. There 
was no sound and certainly no ex¬ 
plosion. 

Wed., Oct. 28, 1958, a similar ob¬ 
ject sighted travelling east and 
much too slow for a meteor although 
its color was about that of a burn¬ 
ing meteor. Just before It disappear¬ 
ed it was apparently about % the 
diameter of the moon. There was no 
noise and the object fizzled out in 
the same "manner as the first one 
I mentioned. This sighting was at 
about 10:30 P.M. and the object was 


travelling almost directly toward me. 

Nov. 4, 1957. 6:30 P.M. This is quite 
a story and I can’t vouch for the 
first part of it. It seems that there 
was an article in one of the Los 
Angeles papers at least two weeks 
prior to election day, which stated 
that someone had received a com¬ 
munication from the Saucer People. 
They requested that all TV stations 
get off the air at 6:15 for 5 minutes 
during which time they, the Sau- 
cerians, would broadcast a message. 
Apparently nothing came of that. 
However, at 6:30 P.M. my wife and I 
were driving east from Riverside, 
which is about 50 miles east of L. A., 
when we saw 5 UFO’s: conventional 
flying saucers flying in the conven¬ 
tional flip-flop fashion. They, too, 
were flying, I should say moving, in 
an easterly direction at about the 
same speed as we were driving (50 
MPH). They were in a vertical eche¬ 
lon formation with the leading sau¬ 
cer in the lowest position. As they 
flipped leisurely along they showed 
red on the underside and blue on 
top. They were flying quite low. I 
should say not a thousand feet and 
after about a minute they passed be¬ 
hind a mountain and disappeared 
Aside from the upper blue light and 
the lower red light they appeared 
to be made of a polished metal such 
as aluminum and about 50 feet In 
diameter. No details were visible. 

I believe I qualify as an observer 
I was with the Air Force or on the 
same base from 1923 to 1950, at 
which time I retired and since have 
lived within ten miles of March Air 
Force Base. My work was chiefly 
aircraft crash and rescue the last 
ten years of it at March Air Force 
Base. During and after WW2. 

Leslie M. Button 

- Box 175 

Moreno, Calif 

★ ★ ★ 


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I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


Dear Sirs, 

I have just bought your October 
issue of 1958. 1 was very interested 
in the editorial with Ray Palmer. It 
seems that there is a bridge in the 
area of Mare Crisium. So all your 
readers that disbelieve in the bridge, 
they can take it from me that there 
is such a bridge. On the night of 
September 22, Monday, I observed 
the bridge through my 6-inch reflect¬ 
ing telescope at 250X. I also saw 
dark objects passing the face of the 
moon. They appeared to be far out 
in space, between the earth and 
moon, but closer to the moon. They 
were about V 8 ” to >4” In diameter, 
and traveling very fast. I adjusted 
the eyepiece on my telescope hop¬ 
ing to bring the objects in more 
clearly. More objects passed, some 
fester than others. They were in 
focus more clearly now. Some ap¬ 
peared disc-shaped while the larger 
ones were oval, or cigar-shaped. 
They traveled in different direc¬ 
tions, two would go one way while 
one would go another etc. I watched 
for an hour and saw nine objects. On 
the night of the 25th Thursday, I 
observed the same thing. The‘moon 
before was in its second-quarter, 
now it was in the third. This time 
I saw 17 objects, some would slow 
down and speed up, and some would 
speed up, then slow down, before 
passing out of view. 

One object seemed to appear, di¬ 
rectly in front of the moon. Then 
sped off, as if it were invisible, then 
becoming a solid and speeding away 

They must have been under con¬ 
trol to perform such a feat like this. 
All of the seventeen objects traveled 
in one direction. These objects did 
not appear to be insects flying 
around or spots before my eyes, light 
reflections, Illusions, etc. I have been 
observing strange objects in the sky 
for the past 6 years. I consider my¬ 


self an amateur authority on flying 
saucers. And I believe that these 
were space ships observing the earth. 
Some time ago in early spring I 
watched the sun through my scope, 
using a special sun filter. I saw tvo 
objects pass in formation, one slight¬ 
ly ahead of the other. Seconds later, 
a larger object passed, being cigar¬ 
shaped, and going faster than the 
first two. They appeared dark upon 
crossing the sun. I hope to photo¬ 
graph them soon. 

Robert P. Churilla 
12348 S. Aberdeen St. 

Chicago 43, Illinois 

Sunday, Sept. 28, I was at a 
friend's house—Ronald Parmentier 
by name, who’s a very good amateur 
astronomer. Though the sky was hazy 
we were able to view stars, star clus¬ 
ters, and planets, etc., through the 
clearings in the light overcast. Mr. 
Parmentier’s telescope is a 12-inch 
reflector type, the largest in Green 
Bay at the present time. 

Suddenly a large group of Flying 
Saucers went sailing over at about 
a 40” angle of elevation. I shouted 
to attract Ronald’s attention to the 
objects but he didn't see them, not 
a single one! He was standing atop 
a wobbly ladder at the moment ad¬ 
justing the eyepiece of the telescope, 
and by the time he steadied the lad¬ 
der and put on his glasses the Sau¬ 
cers were gone. 

I cannot estimate the altitude of 
the space craft nor the actual size 
but from the ground they looked 
about a half-foot in diameter. Their 
appearance was sort of a phospor- 
escent yellow. They were in the 
southwest portion of the sky going 
from north to south and could be 
easily seen through the haze. The 
period of observation was about five 
seconds. All I can say about their 
speed is that It was terrific! They 
(Concluded on page 78) 



fr‘ 



Author oft -'- 

THIY KNEW TOO MUCH 
ABOUT FlYINO SAUCERS 


“As the finest optical work may 
have its abberations, so may the first 
grindings of the paradimensional 
mind; but we must remember that 
the optician may even prefer glass 
with bubbles, realizing that apparent 
defects may really indicate fine qual¬ 
ity in the raw material." —D. C. Luc- 
chesi in “KEYING THE PARADI¬ 
MENSIONAL MIND" 


I have often considered It might 
be fun riding In space ships, as have 
Adamski, Menger, Fry and the oth¬ 
ers. But frankly the novelty of such 
an occasion would, I am sure, fright¬ 
en me so severely I would decline 
a^y such offer of transportation by 
saucerians. Perhaps that Is why they 
have, to date, NOT offered me such 
a ride. 

Anyhow, I remember talking with 
Don Leigh McCulty, a newspaper 
editor and motion picture theatre 
associate of mine, and remarking to 
him I would rather take a trip in 
most anything, even a Sputnik, than 
to tackle the Pennsylvania turnpike 
That was mid-January, and I was 
desperately anxious to get into New 
York to take care of some social and 
business matters, mainly the print¬ 
ing of the Howard Menger book, 

lfr 


“FROM OUTER SPACE TO YOU”— 
then in the middle stages of type¬ 
setting. 

I would need my car, for I knew 
I must see a number of personalities, 
saucerenthusiastic and otherwise, all 
over the NYC-Jersey City area. 1 
couldn’t go by plane—or saucer, even 
If I wanted to. 

The American Automobile Club 
was little more help than Don. They 
kept telling me I shouldn’t start at 
all, for most of the turnpike was cov¬ 
ered with ice, and the mountain 
roads leading from Clarksburg to the 
super highway were even worse And 
Don, knowing of my cowardice on 
hazardous roads, only made matters 
worse by suggesting I take out more 
insurance. 

Don and I sat down in Anderson’s 
Restaurant as I studied the Triple- 
A Trip-Tik map fearfully. But that 
was not all that worried me. 

“Along with the problems of the 
weather,” I complained further, “I’ll 
be out of town an entire week. And 
I have to get out the column for Ray 
Palmer. If I miss the deadline he 
might send a couple of his private 
Dero out after me.” 

Don sat there a long time, not say¬ 
ing anything, the way he often does 
when you ask him a question. But 




20 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


he'a always thinking and half an 
hour later he’ll give you some kind 
of an answer. 

During dessert he looked up from 
his copy of VARIETY (the show biz 
bible) and I knew he was about to 
make some pronouncement. 

“Your ‘Chasing the Saucers’ article 
is always the same old thing—why 
don’t you change it now and then?” 

I sat there and burned under his 
critical appraisal. 

“Leave all your clippings and 
sighting reports behind and borrow 
a typewriter while you’re in Jersey. 
.Write about the people you meet up 
there?" 

I thought it was a terrible idea, 
since he brought it to light, but in 
the end Don would be right, as he 
usually was. I mulled over my plans. 
I hoped to meet a man who claimed 
to be the prince of a planet 8</ 2 light 
years away; I planned to drive up to 
Bridgeport, Conn., and see Albert K. 
Bender who claimed to have been 
shut up by three men in black suits 
back in 1953. I would meet many 
other saucerers. 

“Hm-m-m.” 

I slammed down the coffee cup 
and burled my head behind the large 
first issue of “The Outpost Report¬ 
er," a new saucer-occult publication 
put out by Tom O’Neil, of Southern 
Pines, N.C. If I let Dom know I liked 
the Idea, he would be telling me how 
to do everything. 

Prince Neosom 

The turnpike turned out to be 
clear of ice, although the precipitous 
mountain roads leading to it had in¬ 
deed increased my piety. Once I had 
let out the car to 65 an hour I 
couldn’t wait until I pulled into the 
New York area and could telephone 
some of my contacts. When I hit the 
New Jersey turnpike I rang up Aug¬ 
ust C. Roberts long distance and told 
him I’d be dropping in about mid- 



Albert K. Bender 


night (knowing he would not have 
to be at the office the next day). 

When I arrived at 443 Ogden Ave. 
NE, Roberts was in his favorite 
haunt, the darkroom. 

“And how is the photo editor of 
FLYING SAUCERS?” I greeted him 

“Just ready to put these 8xl0’s in 
the wash, so that we can talk—but 
don’t grab my hand. I’ve had it in 
the hypo.” 

I looked at the pictures swirling 
in the wash. “Who’s t’^at fellow with 
the odd-looking eyes?” 

“Oh, that—(he said in a matter- 
of-fact tone) he’s Prince Neosom of 
the Planet Tythian.” 

“He’s the fellow I was tipped off 
about. Do you think he’s on the 
level?” 

“Who knows? I met him briefly at 
his press conference. That’s where I 
got these shots. I have a tape I want 
you to hear, though, made by a fel¬ 
low who’s spent a lot of time with 
him. 


CHASING THE PLYING SAUCERS 


Roberts held up one of the prints 
thoughtfully. “I see I should have 
used No. 2 paper.” 

That was like Roberts. Here he 
was developing pictures of a man 
from outer space and he was inter¬ 
ested mainly in some small points 
of photography. But I could sense he 
was also skeptical. 

“The guy’s only been killed three 
times, you know. Guess that leaves 
him six lives to go. And every time 
he’s been knocked off by the Three 
Men in Black.” 

We chuckled. But I knew that al¬ 
though Augie joked about the Three 
Men, he still was convinced that at 
least one man had been involved 
with them. I had also suspected that 
many saucerers, hearing of Albert 
K. Bender’s run-in with three men, 
had added the same inky-clad per¬ 
sonages to their somewhat far¬ 
fetched narratives. 

“Well, how did the Three Men kill 
him,” I wanted to know—“with some 
sort of occult power?” 

“Once with a revolver, in the back, 
incidentally (and as he enumerated 
the crimes he would hold up a sep¬ 
arate print and inspect it); once by 
crushing him to death, and I don’t 
know just how, and finally with a 
machine gun.” 

“I hope his story doesn’t have as 
many holes as are in him.” 

"It probably has. But I want you 
to hear the tape by Doug Hancock. 
Maybe you can make up your own 
mind. Hancock is an Army man- 
tie's assigned to an Army band—who 

brought Prince N e o s o m to New 
York.” 

We ran through the first part of 
the tape on which Hancock described 
how he first became Interested in 
saucer research and had been given 
some amazing demonstrations of 
space messages by Buck Nelson 
while posted in Missouri. Then it 
developed that it was through Nel¬ 


son that he became acquainted with 

a woman in Clarkston, Michigan 

who Invited him to her home to meet 

whom she described as “a man I’m 

sure you’ll find it interesting to 
meet.” 

It so happened that Hancock’s 
tiaining ended at Fort Leonardwood 
and the Army gave him a new as¬ 
signment in Brooklyn, with a seven- 
day period to make the trip So Han¬ 
cock decided to stop over at Clarks¬ 
ton and see what the invitation was 
all about. Mrs. Lowery met him at 
the airport, drove him to her home 
where she introduced him to her 
husband and to a house guest with 
whom Hancock would spend four 
amazing days. 

Mrs. Lowery told him the guest 
was a space man! 

“One of the first interesting things 
I noticed about this man, who was 
wearing a khaki uniform and patches 
on his shoulder was that he had 
quite a gift of gab. He told me he 
had been contacting saucers for sev¬ 
eral years, and that he had been out 
into space to visit a 2,000-mile wide 
artificial planet called a “Thejenon.” 

‘ I sat up and took more notice 
“Augie,” I exclaimed, “I think I’ve 
met this Prince Neosom, only at the 
time I met him, he didn’t have that 
name. I met him when I attended 
a dinner in my honor in Detroit 
shortly after my book came out. Oh, 
yes (I remembered), his name was 
Lee Childers’. But he wasn’t a space¬ 
man then, and that I can’t under¬ 
stand.” 

“ ‘I think Doug will clear that up, 
at least to his satisfaction,’ ” Augie 
replied, flipping the recorder back 
on.” 

“He told me that a brother of his, 
named Marcus, was in command of 
the “Trejenon,” and that several 
times, after he had been killed, he 
had been taken out to the artificial 
planet and brought back to life,” the 



22 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


tape continued. “A space person, the 
prince in fact, from the planet Ty- 
thian, took over his body on one of 
these occasions.” 

Hancock was also impressed by 
seemingly mystic powers possessed 
by the Prince. Once Neosom had 
properly diagnosed an appendical 
condition he already knew he had 
from a former visit to a doctor. Neo¬ 
som also pointed to a small magnet 
hanging from the ceiling, placed 
there, he said, to detect the presence 
of saucers. As the Prince concen¬ 
trated mental energy upon it the 
magnet suddenly moved! If this was 
not enough to impress Hancock, his 
saucerian friend’s vocal parambula- 
tlons about life on other planets was 
enough to convince him. 

So the Army bandsman persuaded 
the Prince to come to New York for 
a lecture and enlisted the help of 
Harry Hoffman, of New York, and 
other enthusiasts to help with the 
project. 

But Augie was dissatisfied with his 
pictures of Prince Neosom. “They 
wouldn’t permit a flash and I had 
to take them in the available light 
on fast film. As a result they’re pret¬ 
ty thin. Here, you can see the get-up 
he wore at the lecture.” 

The bushy-haired, alleged other- 
planetarian wore what probably was 
an ordinary slack suit, and it prob¬ 
ably was the strange patches which 
made it so saucery. On one shoulder 
he wore a patch bearing a cross, on 
the other a similar patch illustrating 
revolving planets. Over the heart 
was another cross. 

Hancock Silenced 

The telephone interrupted us and 
Augie wondered who would be calling 
that late of night. 

“Oh, hello. Bill (Gray, it’s Bill 
Woods),” and then Augie interjected 
a “What!” 

I wondered what Bill Woods had 



August C. Roberts 


come up with. If anything was hap¬ 
pening in the New York area con¬ 
cerning saucers, I knew that Woods, 
founder of the saucerzine, “FLYING 
SAUCERS AND MYSTICISM,” would 
have found out about it. I impa¬ 
tiently waited for Augie to give up 
the phone so I could say hello to my 
old friend. 

Augie turned to me. “Well, they got 
Hancock.” 

“How do you mean?” 

“They shut him up. Put him in the 
loony bin.” 

“Let me talk to Bill,” I begged. 

“Just what happened to Doug 
anyhow?” 

“Gray, all I know is that the Army 
put him into the St. Albans Naval 
Hospital—that’s out on Long Island 
—for observation.” 

“Is he crazy, or is this another 
Reinhold Schmidt case, Bill?" 

“He’s no crazier than the rest of 
us, if that means anything. He did 
believe implicitly in the Prince Neo- 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


23 


som thing, which frankly I’m a bit 
sorry I helped sponsor—but aside 
from that he simply believes in fly¬ 
ing saucers, and, of course, the con¬ 
tact cases. Give me Augie back; I 
think Harry Hoffman and I are go¬ 
ing out there.” 

I presumed he meant to the hos¬ 
pital to see Hancock. Augie took the 
phone and gave a long series of 
“Uh-huh’s” and short comments. 
Finally they hung up. 

‘‘We're going out to see Hancock, 
but we can’t make it until Satur¬ 
day.” 

I knew Augie talked with Woods 
often, so I queried him about the 
skepticism he had shown about Neo- 
som when I had spoken a few min¬ 
utes previously. 

“Oh yes,” Augie remembered. “He 
did mention that if you wanted to 
find out more about Neosom you 
should see Mike Mann.” 

“Mike Mann. Oh yes, he l s the fel¬ 
low in the tent.” I was thinking of 
the tent he and other members of 
the Parapsychology and Saucer In¬ 
vestigation had erected on Howard 
Menger’s farm during the Space¬ 
craft convention held there last Sep¬ 
tember. The kid and two other mem¬ 
bers had formed a circle around me 
as soon as I stepped out of the car, 
tried to get me down to the tent to 
see some kind of a weird machine 
they were demonstrating there. I 
never did have the time to look at 
it, though. 

“What kind of a machine does this 
fellow have?” I asked Augie. 

Augie said something like, “A Hi- 
ronomous machine,” but something 
came up to change the subject right 
then. (See Shaver: “Heironomons 
Bosch”—Rap) 

Bender Silenced Again 

I had been holding back some news 
which I knew would be disappoint¬ 
ing to Augie. He and Dominick Luc- 


chesi had probably dug more infor¬ 
mation out of Albert K. Bender, than 
anybody else, after the Bridgeport, 
Conn., saucer researcher had sud¬ 
denly closed down the International 
Flying Saucer Bureau, when (he 
said) three men in black suits visited 
him. 

Even before my book, “THEY 
KNEW TOO MUCH ABOUT FLYING 
SAUCERS” came out, Augie had 
wondered every day just what it was 
that Bender found out: the infor¬ 
mation which evidently brought the 
three men and their threatening ul¬ 
timatum. 

“I just remembered something im¬ 
portant, Augie. Before last night I 
felt I couldn’t tell even you or Dom.” 

Augie’s eyes lit up. "I’ll bet I can 
guess what it is.” 

“I don’t think you can.” 

“Bender’s going to write a book?" 
Augie questioned hopefully. 

“I wish he were. That’s just it. He 
AIN’T.” 

Then I explained what had hap¬ 
pened. I had known that Bender had 
almost desperately WANTED to talk 
—even from the beginning. After 1 
had become a publisher, and had 
Howard Menger’s “FROM OUTER 
SPACE TO YOU” on the press, I fi¬ 
gured Bender to change his mind 
if I published a book he would write. 
I felt he would trust me with the 
manuscript, with the knowledge 1 
would hold up its release of it as 
long as he wanted me to. Then I 
figured Bender might, after five 
years, have decided to tell the three 
men to go hang themselves. 

So I ventured a letter to Bender 
(we still correspond occasionally, 
though not about saucers). My 
hunch was surprisingly right! Ben¬ 
der shot back an air mail saying that 
lately the situation had changed for 
him, mainly because he and his wife, 
Betty, would like very much to go 
to England to live. That was her orl- 


24 


CHASING THE PLYING SAUCERS 


ginal home and he had fallen in love 
with the country during a brief visit 
there. They would need money and 
the royalties would help. And, more 
important, I sensed another reason 
in his letter: perhaps once out of the 
country he might feel freer from 
repercussions? 

“In fact, Augie, I was all set to 
drive up to Bridgeport and see A1 
and Betty this coming Thursday— 
and I suppose I still will—but last 
night something that came through 
the mall hit me like a ton of bricks!” 

“I’ll bet he backed out.” 

“You’re right—all too right.” 

I told Augie how I sensed that 
something was wrong just as soon as 
I pulled the letter from the mall box. 
It was a brief note: 

“Last night I started writing the 
first chapter and something hap¬ 
pened. I have again decided that 
now .is not the proper time to dis¬ 
cuss anything about flying objects." 

“And that was that,” I told Augie. 
“I wondered Just what happened. 
Did the three men, or whatever 
agency sponsored them, just know, 
somehow, the moment Bender had 
started writing—or did Bender simp¬ 
ly start thinking of the probable con¬ 
sequences and just back out? Any¬ 
how, I’m going to see them, because 
I want very much to meet Betty for 
the first time and visit with Al, with¬ 
out discussing saucers.” 

“Did you tell anybody about the 
plans for the book?” 

“Absolutely nobody — excepting a 
business acquaintance with no Inter¬ 
est in flying saucers, from whom I 
hoped to obtain some of the financ¬ 
ing for the book—not even you and 
Dom. And you know If I would tell 
anybody It would be you boys.” 

“Why don’t you take Dom up there 
with you. Maybe he can get some¬ 
thing more out of Bender?” 

“I’ve already asked Al by phone, 
before he backed out on the book. 



Prince Neosom 


and it’s out. He will see NOBODY, 
not even you two, except me. Besides, 
I think it would be quite unmanner¬ 
ly to go on a personal visit and start 
asking him questions which might 
be upsetting.” 

“The reason I mentioned Dom is 
that I was thinking he might be able 
to pin down Just what he did inad- 
verently get from Al during one of 
our visits after his ‘hush-up.’ Do you 
remember Al's telling Dom that at 
one point in our conversation he had 
hit upon the secret Bender knew?” 

I had heard Dom mention It, but 
hadn’t been there at the time. Any¬ 
how, as I recalled a conversation 
with Dom, he couldn't remember 
what it was he had hit upon, so was 
right from where he started. 

“Maybe you’re wrong," Augie said 
confidentially. “Sometimes I believe 
Dom KNOWS what he hit upon and 
doesn’t want to reveal it for fear 
of getting Al into trouble.” 

“I can say one thing,” I agreed 
with Augie; “if I had a secret the 
revelation of which would do me 
great harm, I would not hesitate to 
entrust it to Dominick. Who knows 
—maybe Al TOLD Dom what brought 
the three men to visit him!” 



I EARLE WEITERSHAUSEN I 
1441 E. 12th Street I 

j Pueblo, Colorado I 

CHASING THE PLYING SAUCERS 


I told Augie I might know more 
when I returned from Bridgeport, 
and that we’d probably get together 
several times during my New York 
visit. 

“I must run along now. As you 
may know I’m staying a night or 
two in very unusual surroundings, 
considering my various disagree¬ 
ments with James Moseley.” 

‘‘Yes, I heard you were invited to 
Jim’s place.” 

Jim Moseley had stopped at 
Clarksburg during a trip home from 
Peru, where he said he was doing 
archeological work. Although we had 
rather constantly feuded in print I 
decided to ask him to stay overnight 
at my apartment rather than have 
him go to a hotel. I thought I’d like 
to try and be as friendly as possible 
with him and that I might as a re¬ 
sult get to know him better. After 
all, Moseley was still considered the 
most mysterious person publishing 
an amateur saucer magazine. When 
Moseley apparently saw that I wasn’t 
going to shoot him, he warmed up 
and turned out to be a nice guy. But 
even after a few drinks he wouldn’t 
tell me much about his activities in 
South America. 

Maybe it was only courtesy, but 
Moseley invited me to repay the visit, 
and I hastily accepted. I wanted to 
see his apartment for one thing— 
the place in which Augie seriously 
believed he had seen psychic phen¬ 
omena take place during a seance. 

“At last I’m going to have a chance 
to see that apartment,” I told Augie. 
“By the way, just what do YOU think 
of Jim?” 

“Jim's all right," Augie said curtly. 
Augie saw me to the door. I could 
sense he had something else on his 
mind. 

“One thing more about Prince 
Neosom I didn’t mention before. 
There’s only one thing that makes 
me wonder if he JUST MIGHT be 


what he says he is.” 

A puzzled expression came on his 
face. 

“It was over at Bill Wood’s house. 
Neosom had a press interview there. 
We were sitting around talking and 
a television set was on in the next 
room. Suddenly he s t o o d up and 
pointed his hand toward the set. 
You won’t believe this, and he prob¬ 
ably had us hypnotized or something 
—BUT THE SET WENT BLACK, EX¬ 
CEPT FOR ONE STRANGE LITTLE 
SQUARE IN THE CORNER OF THE 
SCREEN, for two or three seconds— 
as long as he was making that weird 
gesture.” 

“Augie—get some sleep!” I laugh¬ 
ed. 

A Visit With Moseley 
“Don’t try to find my place. You’ll 
get lost if jrnu do. Drive to the Fort 
Lee Diner as soon as you reach the 
town and telephone me from there. 
I’ll drive right down there and guide 
you to my apartment.” 

I imagined all sorts of things after 
I had read this paragraph from 
Moseley’s letter which contained di¬ 
rections to Fort Lee. Did he not wish 
to give away his street address (he 
receives all correspondence at a box 
number)? That would be silly, for 
I could soon find out from the street 
signs after I got there. Or did Mose¬ 
ley simply want to appear to be mys¬ 
terious? Or maybe he knew from ex¬ 
perience in directing people to his 
place, that I would likely lose my 
way? 

It was probably only that. For I 
had enough trouble finding Fort Lee 
and the diner. I rang up Jim. 

“I’ll be there before you know it,” 
he said enthusiastically, and I de¬ 
tected in his voice what seemed to 
be honest pleasure that I was finally 
there. “Don’t order anything. I’ve 
waited having a snack for I wanted 
to buy your dinner—however late it 


26 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


is for dining.” 

I selected a booth in the diner, 
noisy with customers even at that 
late hour. From the looks of the 
dress of the customers, I figured a 
local plant of some sort had Just 
changed shifts. 

As if he lived only around the cor¬ 
ner, Jim showed up in what seemed 
to be no time at all. He came in and 
shook hands, sat down. I had always 
wondered what people around Fort 
Lee knew or thought about Moseley, 
and that probably was the reason 
I noticed a peculiar hush come over 
the diner. Nobody seemed to be talk¬ 
ing. Instead I had the impression 
they were straining their ears to hear 
what we were saying. 

“I’m sorry I kept you so late,” 1 
apologized. Then more loudly, "I 
stopped in Philadelphia to blow up 
a munitions factory.” That would 
give the eavesdroppers something to 
mull over, I laughed secretly. Jim 
didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. 

‘‘Let’s grab something quick,” he 
suggested. ‘‘You're pretty tired.” 

I followed Jim's Bulck away from 
the diner and onto a series of side 
streets, expecting to see him signal 
for a driveway any second. But he 
continued driving, led me out of Fort 
Lee. I thought he might have to stop 
somewhere before returning home, 
and that was responsible for the de¬ 
lay—for the time between the tele¬ 
phone call and his arrival had seem¬ 
ed so short. About ten minutes later, 
after several winding streets we 
turned back onto a main route and 
came to another little town. After 
more windings around we pulled up 
to a huge apartment building where 
I parked beside his car. 

“Well, here we are. I’ll help you 
with your things." 

I wanted to ask him how he had 
arrived at the diner so quickly, but 
figured it was a simple matter of 
being in error about the time. May- 



James W. Moseley 


be I had nodded off into a cat nap 
while in the booth. I had been very 
tired. 

I had heard rumors that Moseley 
was a wealthy man. The grapevine 
had it that he was worth half a 
million dollars. If he were that would 
explain why he never worked, at 
least so far as anyone knew. If he 
was indeed a monied person his 
apartment surely would show it. And 
knowing Jim was a bachelor I also 
wondered if his apartment would be 
unkempt as my own. I turned to 
walk toward the entrance of the 
huge building. 

“No, I always go this way,” he in¬ 
dicated, leading me around the back 
along a dark walk. 

“I always go in through the base¬ 
ment,” he explained; “It’s much 
nearer." 

We walked into a long hall and 
walked to a self-service elevator, al- 




CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


21 


ready waiting at the basement level, 
I noticed. At the third tloor we walk¬ 
ed down a long pleasant-looking 
hallway to a door with a peephole 
over which was a nameplate, “James 
W. Moseley, Las Palmas Ventures, 
Inc." 

Jim ushered me into a large living 
room and quickly my eyes surveyed 
the room. It was neatly furnished 
and orderly, though I assumed he 
would have tidied up before he re¬ 
ceived a guest. The new, modernly- 
designed furniture was of good qual¬ 
ity, though certainly not overly ex¬ 
pensive. And excepting the fact that 
the furniture matched too well, and, 
to me, needed a bit of unbalance to 
make the room more interesting, the 
apartment showed excellent taste. 

“We’ll just take this into your 
bedroom now,” Jim, who was carry¬ 
ing my heavy suitcase, offered. The 
guest room was similarly furnished 
in the same blond furniture, and 
looked quite comfortable. Some pic¬ 
tures on the wall would have given 
it more warmth, but I suppose Jim 
hadn’t got round to completely fur¬ 
nishing it. 

“Don’t mind the window across 
the court. Nobody has been able to 
figure out wh^t that woman does 
over there all night.” 

This sounded weird, but I was so 
tired I didn’t take much notice of 
the cryptic remark. We walked back 
out the hallway to the living room 

“Sit down and I’ll fix drinks. Is 
Scotch OK? I didn’t get to the store 
today to stock up.” 

“Anything, Jim. But I warn you 
One drink and I’ll be right off to 
sleep, right in the living room.” 

Then something caught my eye in 
the hallway. Jim had paused in the 
kitchen to take ice cubes from the 
refrigerator. Lining the wall was a 
series of portraits. Three of them 
were the most notable: Herbert Hoo¬ 
ver, Truman and Eisenhower. The 


Hoover portrait was signed, “To 
Jimmy" and the others “To James 
W. Moseley.” 

As Jim emerged with the drinks, 
I walked on ahead and he didn’t 
mention my obvious interest in the 
portraits. And I didn’t question him 
about them. 

“If you’re not too tired, I’ll show 
you some of my Peruvian items,” he 
said, indicating a large cabinet, with 
what I assumed was Inca pottery, 
small figurines and miscellaneous 
items lining the shelves. “There’s 
nothing really valuable here, but I 
enjoy my small collection.” . 

My interest was drawn to a cor¬ 
ner, to a table adorned with two 
large black figurines, an African 
man and woman. They were beauti¬ 
ful, but something about them re¬ 
pelled me—as near as I can explain 
it, a feeling of evil seemed to ema¬ 
nate from them. 

“Well, tomorrow, you must tell me 
the individual story of each item.'’ 
I remarked, dropping almost ex¬ 
hausted onto a couch. But suddenly 
I was wide awake. At my elbow was 
a glass bell jar, covering a small pe¬ 
destal. Jim laughed, reached over 
and lifted the jar. 

I was surprised that the decora¬ 
tion did not repel me more than it 
did. Instead it incited what must 
have been only a rather morbid in¬ 
terest. 

“Tell me the truth, Jim; is that a 
REAL AND GENUINE SHRUNKEN 
HUMAN HEAD!" 

“I should hope so,” he said in a 
matter-of-fact tone; “considering 
what I paid for it!” 

I looked at my glass. It was empty 
That was unusual because I don’t 
drink much. “Here, fix me another 
one, though make this one stronger. 

I petitioned. 

I got into bed and lay there for a 
few minutes going over the day's 
happenings. I was too tired to worrv 




EARLE WEITERSHAUSEN 
1441 E. 12th Street 
Pueblo, Colorado 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 



about the psychic phenomena Augie 
swore he had seen in the apartment. 
As I gave one final stretch and de¬ 
cided to close my eyes, a funny light 
in a window across the court caught 
them. Then I thought of Jim's re¬ 
mark and the woman who was sup¬ 
posed to do something odd all night. 
1 opened the Venetian blind fully, 
and there, surely enough, was a 
lighted window. Whoever had the 
apartment apparently didn’t worry 
about privacy, for the blinds were 
pulled up; though some plants ob¬ 
scured what was going on in the 
room. 

The odd thing was the color of 
the light, a very white light wnich 
reminded me of a television screen 
Squinting my sleepy eyes into focus 
I could barely make out what DID 
look like a television screen, though 
certainly a giant one. Whatever it 


was, it had some sort of scene on it, 
but a still picture. Someone in the 
apartment moved in front of the pic¬ 
ture quite often, as if watching or 
controlling it, but 1 couldn’t make 
out what the party was doing. 

Suddenly my knowledge that it 
was very bad form to peek overrode 
my curiosity and I lay down on the 
bed. I must have fallen instantly 
asleep. 

I Meet “Dr. D.” 

Although I usually don’t dream 
about flying saucers, that night, or 
rather the next morning, I DID. One 
of the things had captured me, and 
some terrible little men were carry¬ 
ing me inside, though I fought val¬ 
iantly. 

The little men turned into one 
large, husky individual shaking me. 

“Wake up, wake up, you-1” 







< 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


And the hearty, Brooklynesque voice 
made me realize who was so rudely 
rescuing me from the saucerians. 

“Dom! You old son-of-a-gun!” 
When did you get here!” 

Jim stood in the doorway, already 
shaven and dressed, enjoying the 
waking-up procedure. 

“Better get up. Dr. D. is going to 
be here, you know." 

Dominick Lucchesi said he had 
stopped over to have some breakfast 
with us before he went to work at 
B e n d i x on the noon shift. He 
wouldn’t be able to see Dr. D., how¬ 
ever, he explained disappointedly.- 
“What do you think of Jim’s 
place?” he asked, in the latter’s pre¬ 
sence. I knew he was kidding Jim, 
and made some sort of answer. 

“Did you notice the negative 
emanations — the weird psychic 
forces, as soon as you came?" 

“Of course, as soon as I entered 
the living room,” I joked back, and 
Jim smiled, as if he were enjoying 
the disparaging remark. Deciding 
I could shave when I returned, I 
threw on my suit and soon we were 
In the elevator. It halted on the 
basement level. 

“Remember the story Palmer told 
—about the apartment house in Chi¬ 
cago?” Dom said solemnly. “When 
you got to the basement in the self- 
service elevator it would stop there. 
But If you pushed the button twice 
after it stopped, something else 
would happen.” 

“Yes,” I remembered; “the ele¬ 
vator would go ON DOWN!” 

“I’ll Push It twice.” Dom said, “and 
we’ll see what will happen HERE!" 

Jim threw up his hand to catch 
Dorn’s arm. 

“Knock it off! Knock it off! You 
and your deros!” 

Dom and I made an appointment 
to meet at his house later in the 
week and he rushed off to work af¬ 
ter our late breakfast. Meanwhile 


Jim said we should hurry back be- 
caues Dr. D. was almost due to ar¬ 
rive. 

I was curious to meet Dr. D. ever 
since I had read his article in FLY¬ 
ING SAUCERS, titled “Why I Believe 
Adamski,” though I couldn’t see 
Jim’s reason in constantly referring 
to him as “Dr. D." Most everyone 
who had read Dr. Leon Davidson’s 
articles in Jim’s SAUCER NEW 
knew “Dr. D.” and Davidson were 
the same person. At the outset Da¬ 
vidson apparently wanted nobody to 
know he was writing for a saucer 
magazine at the outset, for he did 
highly classified work in atomic 
physics, though lately he had drop¬ 
ped the pseudonym. 

Someone rang Jim on the tele¬ 
phone. “That must be Dr. D.,” he 
remarked; “Hello, Leon? Where are 
you?” 

Suddenly Jim turned a strange 
shade of green, and let out an ex¬ 
clamation which wouldn’t be polite 
to print. I wondered what Dr. David¬ 
son had told him. He hung up and 
turned to me. 

“Dr. D” has been visiting some 
friends in Jersey City and will be 
right up. But I’ve Just done an awful 
thing. I forgot all about picking up 
Fortner! 

Then I remember Jim’s saying Yo- 
nah Fortner and I ought to get to¬ 
gether. I was curious about meeting 
the chap who Jim said had become 
a rabbi at the age of twelve, but 
since had become quite irreligious. 
I had read some of his articles in 
Jim’s SAUCER NEWS, and they were 
amazing—not so much for what they 
said as the evident scholarship 
which had gone into them. Maybe 
I was hardened to hearing amazing 
statements, but it probably had been 
the apparent careful research which 
went into the articles that led me to 
read his thesis stating Jehovah was 
a space man without gasping. Fort- 



30 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


ner’s articles, run under “Y. N. ibn 
A'haron, B.D., S.T.M.” Instead of his 
shortened, Americanized name, 
claimed the knowledge was gained 
from translating Chaldaic, Sanskrit, 
and Aramic documents. 

Jim thought of a solution. As soon 
as Dr. Davidson arrived all of us 
would drive over to Yonah’s apart¬ 
ment in Brooklyn. Dr. Davidson 
wanted to meet Fortner too. 

Jim answered the door and usher¬ 
ed in a big, blond, bespectacled and 
cheerful man and an attractive Mrs. 
Davidson. I had expected to see a 
dour-looking little fellow who tossed 
scientific words around and so was 
pleasantly surprised. 

Dr. Davidson and Moseley had met 
very early in the history of SAUCER 
NEWS, and found many of their the¬ 
ories about flying saucers had 
agreed. Both held the opinion-that 
although some saucers might come 
here from outer space, most of them 
were built right here on Earth, 
mainly by Uncle Sam, and possibly 
by the Russians with the help of 
captured German scientists. Person¬ 
ally I had found the theory inter¬ 
esting, but felt both Davidson and 
Moseley went too far and often 
made data fit their theory when 
logical inferences couldn’t otherwise 
be drawn. But I probably had done 
worse—in promoting the interplan¬ 
etary theory. 

I wasted no time getting “Dr. D.’’ 
into a corner, for I was highly inter¬ 
ested in one aspect of his saucers- 
made-on-Earth theory. I had Just 
read his article, “Why I Believe 
Adamski,” in the February FLYING 
SAUCERS. In essence he had stated 
George Adamski didn’t meet space 
people at all; nor did he ride in fly¬ 
ing saucers. But what was surprising, 
coming from Davidson, was that he 
believed Adamski was TELLING THE 
TRUTH—AS ADAMSKI KNEW IT. 


Saucers and the CIA 

George Adamski had been the 
dupe of someone who had played an 
elaborate hoax upon him. By some¬ 
one schooled in psychological war¬ 
fare: the super-secret Central Intel¬ 
ligence Agency, the international 
Investigative and law enforcement 
agency most citizens didn’t even 
know existed. AND AN AGENCY NOT 
DIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE TO ANY¬ 
ONE EXCEPT THE PRESIDENT, 
NOT EVEN CONGRESS. 

“Leon,” I said, "I’m terribly afraid 
you may have something, though I 
find it difficult to believe CIA agents 
could have posed as spacemen and 
rigged up a Disneyland type of fly¬ 
ing saucer for Adamski to imagine 
he was riding in.” 

He laughed jovially. I could see 
Davidson didn’t mind being contra¬ 
dicted, but that he nevertheless be¬ 
lieved in his theories 100%. 

“As you’ve written me. Gray, 
you’ve suspected a long time that 
the flying saucer mystery is as you 
quoted Lucchesi, ‘a masterpiece of 
organized confusion.’ In your book, 
you wondered what agency might 
be responsible for the ‘hushing up’ 
of saucer investigators . . . .” 

“Yes,” I interrupted, “partly the 
‘hush-ups,’ but mainly that odd feel¬ 
ing you get sometimes—like you are 
being watched, for example. The 
feeling that your activities are being 
monitored constantly and permitted 
only through some strange sort of 
toleration.” 

“If I’m right,” Leon told me, “they 
probably are trying to ENCOURAGE 
you; for they WANT people to be¬ 
lieve the saucers are from space!” 

Jim said we should start for 
Brooklyn, for Yonah Fortner had al¬ 
ready been waiting an hour. He ex¬ 
plained to Dr. Davidson we would go 
to Fortner’s place instead of picking 
up the latter, who' didn’t have a car, 



CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


31 


anfl bringing him to Fort Lee. 

“Gray and I will lead the way in 
my car, and you can follow.” 

“No need for that,” Dr. Davidson 
laughed. “Wait till you see what I’m 
driving. We went to the parking lot 
where he led us to a German-built 
bus-like affair—I forget the make— 
and invited us to ride with him. He 
seemed very proud of his new pur¬ 
chase, and we agreed with him it 
was mighty handy for saucer gather¬ 
ings. It contained three wide seats 
in addition to the two front ones. 
I sat down beside the driver so I 
could continue our conversation. 

“It may surprise you.” Leon told 
us; “this is no longer than an or¬ 
dinary car. In fact it’s shorter. The 
motor is underneath, to the rear. 
And it’s very easy on gas.” 

“I don’t get it. Leon,” I renewed 
my arguments; “I have the sneaking 
suspicion the CIA has something to 
do with saucers or saucer research, 
but I can’t see the motive. That is 
if they’re trying to lead people to 
believe the saucers are interplane¬ 
tary. That’s exactly what the Air 
Force is telling us NOT to believe.” 

“If you knew how the CIA worked, 
you could conceive of their role 
clearly. Shortly after the war our 
U.S. held superiority in atomic wea¬ 
pons. The Russians tried to catch up 
but felt they couldn’t. That led them 
to push their program for develop¬ 
ment of satellites and missiles. Well, 
the U.S. developed some new wea¬ 
pons, also, though nothing that will 
do all the things the saucers are said 
to do.” 

I assumed he referred to right- 
angle turns, other “impossible” man¬ 
euvers and the fantastic speeds 
sighters had reported. 

“We wanted to confuse the Rus¬ 
sians and give them something to 
fear so they would be wary about 
attacking us. If the Reds began hear¬ 


ing reports of strange, highly-man- 
euverable objects in U.S. skies they 
would likely believe Uncle Sam had 
developed a new type of aircraft to 
be greatly feared. You will note Rus¬ 
sia threw all her energy Into devel¬ 
oping rockets, and managed to 
launch a satellite before we did ” 

“But even if you’re right, the Rus¬ 
sians never took the saucers very 
seriously. I have heard few reports 
of saucers behind the iron curtain— 
though I assumed the sightings 
didn’t get out of the country because 
it was perhaps unpopular to see 
them.” 

“You’re right," assured Dr. David- 
son.“There probably have been no 
sightings in Russia Itself, unless the 
sightings have represented misinter¬ 
pretation of natural phenomena as 
many of the saucers In this country 
consist of.” 

I remembered something I had 
printed in the January, 1955 SAU- 
CERIAN, dug a copy from my brief¬ 
case, turned to an item quoting the 
newspaper Contempranul, published 
in Communist Romania. The Reds 
were pooh-poohing the 1954 Europ¬ 
ean little men saucer-scare and said 
of the flying saucer: “With this pri¬ 
mitive instrument which it has 
brought to Europe, the United States 
wants to Impress those people who 
believe American propaganda, and 
wants to stir up against Moscow a 
flying saucer psychosis.” 

“You see what I mean,” beamed 
Dr. Davidson. “The Russians are 
smarter than we give them credit 
for.” 

The CIA had other purposes be¬ 
yond confusing the Reds, h,e also 
believed. They deliberately created 
sightings, even in airplane flight 
lanes; set the saucer rides for con- 
tactees such as Dan Fry, and imi¬ 
tated space people for Adamski's 
benefit. 



32 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


“But why," I wanted to know, 
“confuse the American public?” 

“For a number of reasons, some 
of them known only to the powers 
that be. I should think the primary 
reason is to ‘sell’ the idea of space¬ 
flight, since we are now beginning 
to spend huge sums for rockets, and 
will be spending more. Then there is 
the need for keeping our own new 
types of aircraft secret. And what 
better way to do that than to make 
people believe they’re from space?" 

I couldn’t buy much of what Da¬ 
vidson was saying, but he advanced 
some very good arguments. Although 
I suspected that much of his elabor¬ 
ate theory was wrong, or at the best, 
incomplete, I knew that somewhere 
in his beliefs were some very exact 
truths, if one could isolate them. 

As I mused over what he had been 
saying, Dr. Davidson tossed in an¬ 
other comment which was rather 
startling until I thought it over: 

NICAP insists it is not govern- 
ment-s p o n s o r e d. Yet I’d like to 
point out that one of the Board of 
Governors, Vice Adm. Roscoe H. Hil- 
kenkoeter, was the first director of 
the CIA.’’ 

“That could mean nothing,” I pro¬ 
tested. “After all, they have other 
officers on their Board. Keyhoe him¬ 
self is a retired Major.” 

I intended to ask him to explain 
the European sightings, which hard¬ 
ly could have been set up by the U.S., 
and I’m sure he would have had a 
ready explanation; but Jim yelled 
we should make a turn onto Yonah’s 
street, and soon we pulled up in 
front of the apartment building. 

In our rush to leave Jim Moseley’s 
apartment we had forgotten to tele¬ 
phone Yonah in advance, and as a 
result we walked in before he was 
ready to receive company. He had 
books and papers spread out over a 
wide area. 



Yonah Fortner 


“I’ve been writing a book on cor¬ 
rect translation of ancient sacred 
documents, though so far all the 
publishers want to jazz it up before 
printing it and I can’t permit that.” 

“Yonah," Jim countered, “You 
must remember that the average in¬ 
dividual couldn’t understand all 
those big words, nor could they un¬ 
derstand so many of your references 
to the ancient books, manuscripts, 
or whatever they are.” 

I could see Yonah was pleased, and 
sensed he enjoyed being somewhat 
pedantic. But not without a sense 
of humor, I discovered, when his 
favorite pet, a parrot, began squawk¬ 
ing. 

“Doesn’t the parrot talk?” I asked, 
teasingly. 

1 She’s talking now. But she speaks 
only in Aramic.” 

I listened closely, hoping to hear 
some intelligent utterances, until 
the others began laughing and I 
knew Yonah was pulling my leg He 
handed me a copy of a small publi¬ 
cation he edits, with the help of 



CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


33 


John J. Robinson, a New York oc¬ 
cultist and philosopher, titled THE 
JOURNAL OF CORRELATIVE PHIL¬ 
OSOPHY*. I turned to the first page, 
bearing an article titled “The Inter¬ 
relationship of Energy.” I scanned 
a couple of sentences; “The mechan¬ 
ism of logical contradiction is mani¬ 
fest upon the exhaustion of the po¬ 
tential for acquiescential energic in¬ 
terrelationship . . ” And I got lost 
in the maze of words which, I was 
certain, meant a great deal, had I 
been intelligent enough to know 
what they meant. 

“Don’t let that bother you,” Yo- 
nah said almost condescendingly; 
“turn on over to where John Robin¬ 
son blasts your good friend, Bill 
Woods, in the article, “I Go to See 
the Bura.” Turning the pages I could 
see the publication ran the gamut 
from abstruse philosophical princi¬ 
ples to terse, controversial articles. 
I could immediately see I was going 
to like the publication, for it was one 
which dared to be different and re¬ 
freshing. 

“We have 50 subscribers," Yonah 
explained, “and we don’t want any 
more. If we get more, that will mean 
I’ll have to. ink the mimeograph 
twice on each run.” 

That to me sounded like a very 
logical explanation, knowing some¬ 
thing of the work involved in op¬ 
erating a mimeograph. 

But by that time Jim Moseley had 
drawn “Dr. D.” out again on the 
CIA-Adamski article, Yonah joined 
with an opposite argument, and soon 
everybody was trying to talk at the 
same time. Fortner didn’t believe 
Adamskl at all, argued he had made 
up the entire story of contacting 
space men, while Dr. Davidson, who 
previously didn’t believe Adamskl, 
now stuck up for him all the more. 


*Fortner’a publication Is »2.00 a year and well 
worth It. Address: 22 Rogers Ave.. Apt. 2B. 
Brooklyn, N.Y. 


Now and then Jim and I would get 
in a word, but the other two held 
the floor. 

Before we knew it Mrs. Davidson 
looked at her watch and remembered 
it was time for the pair to fulfill 
another social obligation, so we got 
up to leave. Although reluctant to 
break up the gabfest, I was think¬ 
ing ahead to that evening when I 
would be driving to Bridgeport, 
Conn., and meeting A1 Bender again 
for the first time in five years. In 
fact, it would be time to leave Fort . 
Lee when we arrived back at Jim’s 
place. 

As we walked into the hallway, we 
again heard the squawking from the 
parrot, which had been silent during 
the latter part of our visit. Then, 
apparently less shy because the 
company had departed, It suddenly 
became literate and began repeat¬ 
ing rapidly, “Flying saucers, flying 
saucers, flying saucers.” Fortner, 
standing in the doorway, broke into 
a wide grin and waved. 

I Visit Bender 

In all the mad merry-go-round of 
meeting other saucerers, I had some¬ 
how sandwiched in a telephone call 
to Bender, arranged a date to visit 
him and Betty. Bender seemed very 
happy because I finally was coming 
to Bridgeport. 

John Marana probably was a spy, 
in the employ of James Moseley’s 
real or imagined Government setup 
to kill the saucer mystery, but he 
turned out to be a nice guy. When 
I expressed fear that I would get 
lost trying to drive out of the New 
York area toward Bridgeport, Jim 
called up John, who was a close 
friend of his, and asked him to go 
along with me. He would go to a 
movie and so wouldn’t interrupt my 
visit with Bender. I was grateful for 
the assistance, gave John the wheel 



34 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


and settled back In the seat. 

I tried to draw John out about 
saucers. He didn't seem interested In 
the subject, though the mention of 
women suddenly brought on a verb¬ 
osity of which I had previously sup¬ 
posed incapable. I tried to draw him 
out on Moseley, but got no more than 
a few sentences, such as “Jim’s cer¬ 
tainly a nice Joe,” or “I don’t know 
what Jim does in South America. We 
never talk about personal matters." 

Bender’s house was easier to find 
• than anticipated, so we pulled up in 
front of it 15 minutes early. As we 
looked at the house number I 
thought I saw a familiar person 
walking up the street, but never 
guessed it was Bender. Somehow he 
looked so much younger than I had 
remembered him. But it WAS Al, who 
had run out to the store and planned 
to return before my arrival. I apol¬ 
ogized for being early as John pulled 
away toward downtown where “The 
Sheriff of Fractured Jaw” was play¬ 
ing. Bender led me upstairs to the 
apartment, over a business estab¬ 
lishment. 

When I had visited Bender prev¬ 
iously he had been a single man and 
lived in a most unusual apartment, 
a huge room comprising the entire 
third story of his father's house. Al 
had decorated the huge room with 
drawings of saucers and weird 
scenes from horror stories. He laugh¬ 
ingly called it his “Chamber of Hor¬ 
rors.” To our surprise, Bender even 
slept there, among all the frighten¬ 
ing pictures. Some researchers said 
the room had affected his mind, but 
those of us who knew Bender well 
understood it was only a hobby. 

Five years later when I stepped 
into his and Betty's beautiful apart¬ 
ment I remembered what a contrast 
this was with Bender’s former life. 

Although I had been flabbergasted 
by the charm of English people I 


met while in London two years prev¬ 
ious, I was totally unprepared to 
meet Betty. Friendliness and good 
will exuded from her person. She 
was as hospitable without being of¬ 
ficious; she showed emotional re¬ 
straint without the stuffiness that 
Americans, who have not met Eng¬ 
lish people, usually associate with 
them. 

And having an appreciative eye 
for the more physical charms of his 
wife, I could also understand why 
giving up on saucers hadn’t been too 
difficult. Although Al is a well-paid 
executive at Acme Shear in Bridge¬ 
port. Betty decided to find work in 
an office while they were establish¬ 
ing their home and planning to go 
to England to live eventually. 

“Al usually comes home an hour 
before I do. Since one of his hobbies 
1s cooking, he has agreed to be the 
cook if I do the housework.” 

I could see that Al held up his part 
of the bargain very well as we sat 
down to dinner. He had prepared 
Cornish hen as the main course, and 
it was cooked perfectly. For desert 
he treated us to peach melba, a re¬ 
cipe he picked up when they had 
visited her home in England. 

While Betty did the dishes. Al 
found an opportunity to draw me 
into the living room where we could 
talk confidentially. I brought up the 
matter of the book. He was genuine¬ 
ly disappointed about abandoning 
the project—I could see it in his 
eyes. And somehow I got the feeling 
he was mainly pitying me, since I 
had set my heart on publishing it. 

“I started a chapter and quit in 
the middle of it. I burned it.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s hard to explain, but basically 
It is like this. Since I have quit sau¬ 
cer research, been married and liv¬ 
ing here, I have never been both¬ 
ered.” 



CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


35 


“By the three men?" 

“That’s right. I have too much to 
lose now. If I wrote the book harm 
might come to both me and Betty.” 

“Yes.” 

“Al, would this harm come from 
the Government?” 

He said It wouldn’t. 

“Can you tell me, Al: were the 
three men from the Government?" 

Then Bender retreated to the line 
of answering he had used when 
Augie, Dom and I had questioned 
him five years before. 

“I’m sorry, but I Just can’t answer 
that.” 

“But how could anyone know 
you were working on that one chap¬ 
ter? You said, ‘something happened. 
Someone would have to use tele¬ 
pathy to know you were doing that.” 

Bender said nothing; he Just look¬ 
ed at me. But there was a kind of 
knowing look on his face that told 
me somehow someone HAD been able 
to know what he was doing. 

“It makes no matter about the 
book. People wouldn’t believe it any¬ 
how. After all, when certain events 
take place, and people will believe 
it, then there will be no need for the 
book.” 

Our conversation turned back to 
my own book, and Al made an inter¬ 
esting comment about the three 
shadowy figures p i c t u r e d on the 
Jacket. 

“The three men on the Jacket. 
They aren’t the way it happened.” 

“Do you mean to say,” I queried, 
"that the way their bodies end in 
Jagged shadows made you think, 
when looking at the Jacket, that 
they were some sort of occult phen¬ 
omena?” 

His answer was interrupted by the 
entrance of Betty, who, I suspected, 
had agreed to rescue him from the 
questioning, and I didn’t blame her. 

We spent the rest of the evening 


listening to his stereophonic record 
playing system, which he bought as 
components and expertly put to¬ 
gether, and talking about our indi¬ 
vidual visits to England. And some¬ 
how, sitting there in his comfortable 
living room in the presence of his 
charming wife, I felt I wanted no 
part in dragging Al back into the 
seemingly empty quest for knowl¬ 
edge in the baffling’saucer mystery. 

Whatever Bender had found out 
had at one time resulted in a great 
deal of emotional strain and unhap¬ 
piness. I was glad to see him out of 
it, for that reason. 

When John Marana saw all the 
movies, he called up as arranged. 1 
was surprised when Bender suggest¬ 
ed that I ask him to come up for a 
while, since Bender previously had 
expressed the desire that I shouldn’t 
bring anyone along. He and John 
talked lengthily about the stereo 
equipment. 

And it didn’t seem as if Bender 
thought the world was soon coming 
to an end, if we could believe one of 
his remarks to Marana was sincere. 
The latter said he planned to be 
married soon and asked Al’s advice 
on stereo equipment for his future 
home. 

"Don’t buy the cheapest thing you 
can find; and many of the higher- 
priced commercial outfits aren’t too 
good.” Then he made some recom¬ 
mendations, adding that "the right 
equipment will last you for years.” 

John and I got into my car and I 
decided to drive. As we swung onto 
the parkway, I asked John what he 
thought about the three men. 

He pointed to a policeman who 
had Just stopped another driver at 
the roadside. 

“If you don’t hold this boat down 
to fifty you’ll have more to worry 
about than the three men. You don’t 
know these New England cops!” 



30 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


The Mitchell Sisters 

I was quite nervous about'material 
for the Long John show. In my prev¬ 
ious appearances I had hashed and 
rehashed the West Virginia monster 
and the Bender story, my chief stock 
in trade on radio or TV. 

Since Jim Moseley had been on the 
show quite often and knew how to 
get in touch with Long John Nebel 
quickly, I had a^ked him to call him 
up, mention I was in town and hint 
I would like to appear on the show 
again. 1 also wanted Jim to come 
along, for our opposite views would 
certainly create an argument on the 
air and make for a better program. 
To talk for five and a half hours 
straight on the Long John show Is 
no easy matter, even for three or 
four persons. 

As Jim rang up the station I must 
confess I had a very uncomplimen¬ 
tary desire to snoop, so I lifted the 
extension receiver. I was surprised 
how quickly Jim got through to Long 
John as soon as the switchboard op¬ 
erator heard the name. Jim told him 
I was in town. Long John said the 
show was filled up for two weeks, 
but to wait until he got hold of his 
producer on another line. In about a 
minute he came back on. 

“You don’t know whom we’re can¬ 
celling for him." 

I figured Long John was up to his 
usual blarney, but listened raptly. 

“We’re cancelling Peter Ustinov, so 
tell him to have some good mater¬ 
ial!” 

I was almost tempted to speak up 
and protest the cancellation of Us¬ 
tinov, whom I greatly admire and 
tune in every time he is on radio or 
TV, but I figured that Long John 
might be just building up our egos 
so we’d work hard at getting mater¬ 
ial. 

Long John had specifically asked 
that I have something on the Mitch¬ 


ell sisters, of Florissant, Mo., who re¬ 
cently had claimed contact with 
space people and a ride in one of 
their craft. I wondered how to get 
them on the telephone, as Jim 
laughed and said I shouldn’t worry 
about the show, and I was taking 
too much material as it was. 

I had heard that Mrs. W. C. John, 
who publishes THE LITTLE LISTEN¬ 
ING POST, in Washington, D.C. 
speak of the Mitchell sisters, during 
a phone conversation with her, so 
I gave her a ring in Washington. 
She gave me their address and tele¬ 
phone number, 

Mrs. John was filled with saucer 
news as usual. 

“I have another Item here you’d 
better not print unless you state it 
is a rumor. I’ve never seen the book 
Involved, but the Reeves have (she 
was referring to Helen and Bryant 
Reeve, authors of “FLYING SAUCER 
PILGRIMAGE.”) Did you hear the 
latest thing about Jessup?” 

I confessed I hadn’t heard from 
saucerbook author M. K. Jessup In 
a long time. 

"Well, it goes like this. Somebody 
took one of the pocket book editions 
of his “CASE FOR THE UFO” and 
underlined certain sections with red 
Ink. This somebody then sent it to 
the Pentagon where it raised a great 
deal of excitement. The result was 
that the Government made up mim¬ 
eographed copies of the entire book, 
with the underlining added, for dis¬ 
tribution to certain officials and sci¬ 
entists." 

I agreed it certainly was some 
story and promised I would check it 
(which I have had no opportunity to 
do so far). 

We hung up and I rang Florissant, 
Mo., talked to both Helen and Betty 
Mitchell. The two sisters had en¬ 
countered two young men in a coffee 
shop In St. Louis, who had started a 



31 


CHASING THE 

conversation with them about flying 
saucers. They thought the two men 
were only offering a modern version 
of an old wolfish line until they were 
impressed by the apparent knowl¬ 
edge the two possessed and the ap¬ 
pearance of the duo, particularly one 
of them, who later revealed his name 
was Velas and that he was a Mar¬ 
tian. The other man, named Elen, 
was from Venus. 

After a number of meetings, Helen 
was invited to go with them and did. 
They drove her out of the city to a 
wooded area, hid the car in an old 
barn. In a clearing a few yards away 
rested their spacecraft, a bell-shaped 
affair, but without the familiar port¬ 
holes illustrated in the A d a m s k 1 
photographs. 

She got into the saucer with them 
and they traveled over a wide area, 
including a trip over the North Pole 
and a short distance into space. 
Since there were no portholes, she 
viewed the Earth through a large 
lens in the floor, which functioned 
as a kind of view screen. Finally they 
returned her to the takeoff spot 
and drove her home. 

Betty had never taken a ride, I 
learned from her; but she had seen 
one of the craft land close by. The 
saucer she saw, however, DID have 
portholes, which, to me, lent more 
credence to the entire matter be¬ 
cause she was not apparently copy¬ 
ing her sister’s story. 

Helen described the mission of the 
space people in much the same man¬ 
ner as has Howard Menger, George 
Adamski and other contactees. But 
this time the spacemen added a fair¬ 
ly new twist. The earth and our en¬ 
tire universe, they told the sisters, 
is moving into a stepped-up vibra¬ 
tional plane, which will result in our 
being conscious of many things of 
which we previously have been un¬ 
aware. Part of their mission is to 


FLYING SAUCERS 

acquaint Earth people with the new 
experiences ahead and to help them 
cope mentally and emotionally with 
these strange things to come. 

The Long John Show 

When Jim and I entered the WOR 
building we knew there would be 
little problem in adapting man to 
withstand the tremendous G-Forces 
to go into space, considering the 
speed of the elevator. We got off at 
the proper floor and found our way 
to the studio where the show was to 
be broadcast. 

The atmosphere around the Long 
John show is as informal as it 
sounds on the air. Nobody seems to 
be worried about the outcome of the 
show, probably because it has con¬ 
sistently been so good. In the studio 
Jim and I ran into Doug Dean, mu¬ 
sical comedy performer, a member ol 
the New York Saucer Information 
Bureau, and often a participant on 
the show as a panel member. 

Like many personalities who run 
popular interview shows, Long John 
seldom arrives in the studio until 
air time. Some of them have told me 
they are able to obtain a more spon¬ 
taneous interview when they are not 
entirely familiar with guests’ back¬ 
grounds and exactly what they are 
going to say. This practice also has 
its drawbacks, however, and people 
such as Long John maintain per¬ 
manently crossed fingers—for they 
never know Just what guests will 
come up with once in front of the 
mike. Nebel often has ended inter¬ 
views prematurely, and actually 
thrown guests out of the studio when 
they have deliberately violated good 
taste. 

Finally John entered, greeted us, 
indicated where we should sit around 
the be-microphoned table, and the 
theme music started. The show be¬ 
gan as usual; then I detected that 



38 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


John didn’t sound up to his usual 
energetic self. When we had talked 
a half hour, someone passed John 
a note and he left us briefly, after 
scribbling a note for us to keep talk¬ 
ing. Guests who have been on the 
show and know how easily even a 
shy and tongue-tied guest can loosen 
up and relax in John’s presence may 
have some idea of the task Jim and 
I found ourselves confronting. But 
we valiantly gabbed away. 

Long John came back to the mi¬ 
crophone; then there were several 
other Interruptions. Only two regu¬ 
lar panel members were present, and 
one of them held a whispered con¬ 
versation with John and departed. 
I though* I overheard him whisper 
that he hadn’t known it would be a 
saucer show, but I might have been 
wrong. 

We noted the coffee break period, 
when music Is broadcast while guests 
have a rest and refreshments, came 
earlier than usual. Some of the reg¬ 
ular staff came into the - studio to 
get coffee and sandwiches and I 
thought I would listen as carefully 
as possible to try and find out why 
Long John was obviously upset. I 
was afraid to butt into a private 
conversation, but Jim was braver. 

“John, it's none of my business, 
but I Just have to ask. What is going 
on, anyhow? This is the first time 
I’ve seen you mad. And you haven’t 
been quite yourself." 

“It’s a long story, Jim. All I can 
say is there is a lot of pressure 
coming from somewhere. You prob¬ 
ably have a pretty good idea about 
the source.’’ 

From the conversation I gathered 
that John’s anger was caused mainly 
by the absence of the two panelists. 

One had shown up, but begged off 
when he found out what the show 
was about. It seemed the other one 
had called up two nights before and 



"Long John" Nebel 


asked if he could beg off for the 
evening. John mentioned a threat¬ 
ening phone call, and I suspected 
the latter panelist had been the re¬ 
cipient, for I knew that the pilot of 
the Party Line would be totally un¬ 
disturbed if he should receive such 
a call. Instead, whoever would make 
such a call would have his ears 
burned so badly he wouldn’t be able 
to hear anything for a week! 

I tried to put two and two to¬ 
gether. The one panelist had chick¬ 
ened out two nights before. That 
would be right after John made an 
advance announcement about the 
forthcoming show. At the beginning 
of the show John had said “This is 
the first saucer program in three 
months,” so it was not difficult to 
reach a conclusion that saucers had 
something to do with whatever trou¬ 
ble was brewing. 

The studio staff, apparently in the 
know about what was occurring, 
seemed singularly downcast, though 




CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


John’s reaction was that of control¬ 
led anger. 

Then the coffee break ended and 
the show settled down to normal. 
The conversation turned back to 
Prince Neosom, about which all of 
us expressed skepticism — except 
John, of course, who always speaks 
up for the underdog. A staff member 
brought me a telegram which had 
just rolled off the teleprinter in the 
studio, the device most listeners em¬ 
ploy to be heard on the show. It was 
from Mike Mann, the “fellow in the 
tent." 

“HAVE INFORMATION WHICH 
STICKS PIN IN NEOSOM BUBBLE,” 
it said, and added, “AM RUSHING 
TO STUDIO WITH SAME.” 

I handed this to John. “Let him in 
when he comes,” he wrote on the 
telegram and handed it to a mes¬ 
senger. 

Apparently Mike took an express 
subway car from Brooklyn, for he 
showed up within a few minutes, 
handed me a copy of a wire. 

“I didn’t send this telegram," he 
whispered to me in the corner, “but 
I think I know who did. Read it on 
the air.” 

The telegram was addressed to 
Douglas Hancock, the man now in 
the Naval hospital: 

“CONGRATULATIONS. YOU 
SEARCH REALITY. NEOSOM NO 
LONGER PRINCE, BUT KING. HIS 
FATHER GONE HIGHER KARMA. 
WE CONTACT TYTHIAN VIA PRE¬ 
AUDIO ELECTROLYSIS. HAIL THE 
KING! WAIT FOR OUR N Y. INVES¬ 
TIGATOR. NEED REPORTS ON 
P.S.I., BURA, NYSIB. MUST LEARN 
COMPUNCTIONS OF LEADERS, 
PERSONALITIES, TRAITS, ETC. 
HAVE REPORT NEXT WEEK. CON¬ 
TACT YOU WEDNESDAY. PHONE.” 

The telegram was signed, “MIS¬ 
SION FOR SPACE UNIFICATION.” 

“The telegram,” Mike added, “was 


39 

a deliberate hoax. The party sending 
it wanted to settle in his own mind 
whether or not Neosom was really 
a spaceman.” 

“Well, what did it prove?” 

“When Hancock got the telegram 
he was most enthusiastic about it. 
We figured anyone would be, after 
receiving such a message. We fi¬ 
gured he would get in touch with 
Neosom about it, and he did just 
that.” 

“What did the Prince think about 
his elevation to the Crown of Ty- 
thian?” 

He fell for it hook line and sinker. 
He told Hancock on the phone he al¬ 
ready knew he had been made King, 
since he had learned it direct from 
his home planet a few hours prev¬ 
iously.” 

“That seems to be the clincher,” 
I had to agree. 

I wanted to go over other infor¬ 
mation Mike seemed to have, so I 
suggested he drop in at Dominick’s 
house the next night, and I could 
talk to him there further. He left 
the studio and sat in the control 
room until John called him to the 
microphone near the end of the 
show. 

I mentioned the telegram, and im¬ 
mediately others began pouring into 
the studio, most in favor of Prince 
Neosom. My friend Jack Robinson 
got into the act, mainly as a rib, and 
wired us he would see that Neosom 
heard about it. Long John engaged 
in a spirited answer to Jack and 
seemed to have regained his usual 
good humor. As soon as the second 
half of the show had really built 
up to a fast pace, the corker in the 
odd string of events around the stu¬ 
dio occurred. A messenger with a 
strange expression on his face, 
which I took as apprehension, tip¬ 
toed in and gave John a small envel¬ 
ope. It looked like an envelope which 



40 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


might contain a small announce¬ 
ment card, or maybe even a business 
card. I noticed it carried no address, 
and though I couldn’t obviously 
peek, I kept my eyes rolled around 
to the left where John was sitting. 
John took the letter nonchalantly, 
talked for a while, and then, when 
evidently he felt attention was di¬ 
verted from him, o p e n e d it. I 
couldn’t see what was in it, for he 
didn’t withdraw the contents: he 
merely cupped the envelope and 
peered down into it. 

Long John turned pale. He picked 
up a stack of commercials and began 
thumbing through them, without 
really looking at them. After about 
two minutes he waved to excuse 
himself and again left the studio. 
He must have been gone 20 minutes, 
then returned. 

The Visitor 

Mike left with Jim and me, and we 
decided to give him a lift. 

I turned to Mike in the back seat, 
detected he was boiling over with 
some new information. 

“Did you notice anything peculiar 
about John when he came out of the 
studio toward the end of the pro¬ 
gram?" 

“No,” Mike replied, “but I did over¬ 
hear a peculiar thing, both from 
John and another fellow connected 
with the studio.” 

“What do you mean?” 

He came out of the studio, and a 
staff member pointed down the hall¬ 
way. I couldn’t see who was there, 
since I was in the control room, but 
I did risk just one hurried glance out 
the door. John had met a visitor and 
they had turned away from me and 
were entering a room. The visitor 
wore either a policeman’s or military 
uniform. I couldn’t tell which, be¬ 
cause they had Just stepped through 
the door and were closing it. I did 



Dominick Lucchesi 


hear Long John shout out something, 
and he seemed angry and disturbed ” 

“What did he say?” 

“I was able to make out only part 
of it, and the phrase was something 
like this: ‘I told you—Bender is NOT 
on the show’!” 

“Do 'you suppose," I mused, “the 
Government could have heard a 
rumor Bender would appear and 
didn’t like it? That is, if the Govern¬ 
ment hushed up Bender? They could 
have heard Long John mention that 
Gray Barker would TALK about 
Bender, and somehow got it twisted 
around?” 

Mike continued. 

“I heard something else, too. I 
can’t tell you who said it, for he’s 
a personal friend of mine and doesn't 
want anyone to know he mentioned 
it.” 

“What did he tell you?” 

“That Long John MAY NOT HAVE 
A SHOW VERY LONG.” 

Had whoever silences saucerers 




* 


CHASING THE 

finally got to Long John? Pressure 
from a doctor, and apparently or¬ 
ganized medicine, had one time 
forced John to abandon the saucer 
subject for a while, and we even ran 
an item saying he was off saucers 
for good. Fortunately we were wrong. 

And we certainly hope we are wrong 
this time. 

We like Long John, and his show. 
He has been responsible for exciting 
a saucer interest in millions of peo¬ 
ple, and bringing the subject into 
intelligent focus for them as well. 
But what we like most about Long 
John is that he has always very care¬ 
fully heard both sides to every ques¬ 
tion. He has Interviewed crackpots 
and statesmen and given them equal 
time (and it goes without saying 
which of the types gave the most 
intelligent discourses). 

If any pressure HAS been brought 
upon Long John, we certainly hope 
that his fans will bring pressure too. 
His million listeners are more pow¬ 
erful than a single silence group. So, 
if by the time this magazine reaches 
you, you find that Long John HAS 
been silenced, or limited in what 
he can discuss, 1 personally hope 

you will raise some hell. You will be 
heard! 


Farewell To Dominick 


FLYING SAUCERS 41 

which usually lets most visitors come 
and go ignored, told me it could 
sense that whoever was coming was 
excited. I was right. It was Augie, 
back from his interview with Doug 
Hancock. 

He was still breathless from rush¬ 
ing up the stairs, and we expected 
an unusual report; but apparently 
Augie’s excitement was caused by his 
opinion that Doug Hancock was per¬ 
fectly sane. 

He, Harry Hoffman and Bill 
Woods, had talked to Hancock at 
some length. The army bandsman 
had evidently got himself into trou¬ 
ble by discussing saucers with an 
Army psychiatrist, who Immediately 
had him put into the hospital. Han¬ 
cock didn’t know how-long he would 
be there. He had been told he was 
there for observation, and that the 
process might take days or weeks. 

“They may be railroading him ” 
Dorn thought. “Not just for the rea¬ 
son of shutting him up, for he likely 
knows nothing important, but to 
discourage other service personnel 

from talking too much about sau¬ 
cers.” 


UUUIJUIIJ 




** Mil 

further into the case, Augie advised 
He called one of the psychiatrists 
who had been observing or treating 
Hancock. 


I usually spend the last night in 
the New York area with Dominick 
Lucchesi. That is always what makes 
me hate to leave. Dominick was in 
his usual fine shape for conversa¬ 
tion, began lecturing me and the 
-other guests about a book he was 
writing, to be titled “KEYING THE 
PARADIMENSIONAL MIND.” His 
ideas made a lot of sense and I told 
him I would be interested in looking 
it over for possible publication once 
he was further along on it. 

The doorbell interrupted Dorn, and 
the furious barking of his large dog, 


“Harry says the guy asked him 
what flying saucers were when he 
brought up the subject. He hadn't 
even heard of them. How could he 
treat someone for alleged insanity 
when the patient is talking about 
something real which the doctor 
wasn't familiar with?” 

“The doctor surely had heard of 
them,” Dorn thought. “He probably 
was just playing it cool to find out 
what Harry thought of Doug.” 

“Well, if Doug is off his rocker 
because of saucers, he’ll probably 
have the whole ward in bad shape,” 



42 


CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


Augie continued. “He had the whole 
ward reading copies of Ray Palmer’s 
FS, which he had passed around, 
and said they were ‘eating it up ’ ” 

Finally Augie had to leave, for he 
was getting up early the next morn¬ 
ing, and I, too, knew that I must 
soon be heading for home. I had 
planned to leave around midnight, 
when the traffic thinned out. I had 
been up all night Saturday, and had 
- slept all day. Aside from the lone¬ 
liness, I wouldn’t mind the trip, I 
thought. 

I sat there until all the other 
guests had departed, for I wanted 
to make a tape recording with Dom¬ 
inick and Mike Mann for broadcast 
over WCHS in Charleston, W. Va., 
where my good friend, Hugh Mc¬ 
Pherson, airs a lot of saucer ma¬ 
terial. We finished the tape and 1 
decided to spend a half hour more 
with Dom. 

Suddenly a curious glint came to 
his eyes, and I knew he was ready 
to say something Interesting—prob¬ 
ably he would start off on some wild 
tale, told so convincingly one 
couldn’t be sure it was just a tale. 

“Kabarah Khoom," he intoned 
deeply. 

“Kabarah what?" asked Mike. 

“Kabarah KHOOM. Say it, very 
slowly, and with feeling. Kabarah 
KHO-O-O-O-M-M-M!" 

“What does it mean?" 

"That doesn’t matter. Doesn’t it 
give you a feeling of deep peace— 
and drowsiness?” 

I didn’t know. For the hours had 
begun to take their-toll on me. I 
was getting sleepy, and it probably 
didn’t have anything to do with “Ka¬ 
barah Khoom." I began to figure on 
driving only a part of the way that 
night and getting a motel room. 

I think Dom started the discussion 
to keep me around a while longer, 
for I knew he hated to see me start 


out on the nine-hour drive. 

He shifted in his seat and began 
an amazing narrative. Some odd¬ 
looking people had come to his 
house. They looked like middle-aged 
men until he had surveyed them 
closely. Their fine skin was cracking 
In deep wrinkles, and he then had 
the impression they were tremen¬ 
dously aged. 

“This Is not about flying saucers 
exactly, and certainly not about the 
Dero, although these men told me 
that Shaver was right in many re¬ 
spects. It’s really about Kabarah 
Khoom. The place actually exists. 
You probably won’t believe that.” 

And Mike and I didn’t. But we 
listened raptly. For what Dom was 
saying sounded as if It JUST MIGHT 
be true. 

Since I can almost visualize Ray 
Palmer sharpening his blue pencil, 
I realize I can’t take any mpre space 
this issue. Suffice It to say that 
Dorn’s discussion was long, drawn 
out, and fascinating. A slapping 
sound interrupted his lecture, and 
I realized that Mike had been taping 
the entire thing without our knowl¬ 
edge. Mike walked over to the ma¬ 
chine, then hidden behind a sofa, 
and cut it off, for the tape had run 
out. 

Maybe It was the lateness of the 
hour or the raptness with which I 
had been listening to Dorn’s excur¬ 
sion into the fantastic, but suddenly 
I knew I had a great Idea. 

“Mike, I’ve got It. I know now why 
we happened to meet.” 

Mike was curious. 

“For a couple of years I’ve been 
trying to persuade Dom to write 
down some of his ideas. He writes a 
chapter or two, then quits, and can’t 
seem to get down to the task. Then, 
when he writes, he tends to be pon¬ 
derous, and readers like easily-writ¬ 
ten material. Can you see what I’m 




CHASING THE FLYING SAUCERS 


43 


driving at?” 

‘‘I believe I do. Remember where 
you quote Dorn’s tape in your book? 
The account of Bender’s ‘shush-up’? 
Forgive me for saying this to you, 
the author, but I thought that was 
the best part of the book!” 

“You have it, Mike. If you can get 
Dom to talk into a recorder, it turns 
out to be the most fascinating writ¬ 
ing you could hope to read. Mike, 
Dom is going to write a book, and 
you’re going to help. You’re going 
to come over here with your tape 
recorder every chance you get, and 
start Dom talking. Then you will 
type it up. We’ll put it together into 
one of the best saucer or mystical 
books ever to come out.” 

“It’s a deal,” Mike smiled, “pro¬ 
viding you put my name somewhere 
on the jacket—under Dommie’s of 
course.” 

To me the problem seemed settled, 
and I arose and got my topcoat. 


“Well. I’m ready to tackle the 
turnpike again.” 

And there I was, heading the hood 
ornament toward the hills of West 
Virginia and home. As I passed 
through the ticket gate and onto the 
four-lane highway I wondered for 
the first time how my office had 
been running all week. Strange that 
I could forget all of my ordinary 
world when talking with the amaz¬ 
ing saucerers in and around New 
York. But somehow I thought 1 
wished all of them could get away 
from it as I was doing. Soon the 
sight of the rugged Applachians, 
bare in winter, would bring every¬ 
thing back into focus. I would be 
concerned with paying the month's 
bills and catching up on my work. 
But I would return to New York as 
soon as I could possibly get away. 
And I hoped the next visit would 
be as interesting as the week I had 
just spent there. 



Strange New Object Seen In Heavens 


Astronomers are trying to figure out 
a new, strange object in the sky. 

It was photographed by telescope from 
California’s Palomar Observatory on Nov. 
6, 1958. 

All they can say for certain now ie that 
it seems to be something star-like—of a 
new type. 

A report on the object was sent to the 
Harvard College Observatory by Drs. 
W. J. Luyten of Minneapolis and G. Haro 


of Tonantzintla, Mexico, who discovered 
the photographic records of the object 
while guest investigators at Palomar. 

In the report, Harvard said Tuesday, 
Dr. Luyten said, ‘‘It seems difficult to 
escape the conclusion that this represents 
a new type of stellar object." 

The Palomar photograph recorded three 
images of the object—ultraviolet, yellow 
and blue, during a 63-minute period. 


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Editorial ... 

(Continued from page 5) 
where it “condenses” from its sub¬ 
atomic suspension in the ether to 
its atomic and molecular material 
form. It is thus that all spatial bodies 
are formed, we hold. 

These vortices, called by Einstein 
“electro-magnetic fields”, are larger 
than the worlds they create, and to 
define it more understandably by ex¬ 
pressing a formula we have arrived 
at privately, extend one or more dia¬ 
meters, but not exceeding seven dia¬ 
meters, from the body contained 
therein. Thus, if we take the Earth 
as an example, we would find that 
the electro-magnetic field would 
have as its outer limits a range of 
from 8,000 miles to 56,000 miles from 
the center of the Earth. Likewise, 
with the Moon, the field would ex¬ 
tend from 2,100 miles to 14,700 miles 
maximum distance from its center 

Outside these limits we would have 
“outer space”, where no electro¬ 
magnetic field exists, and where no 
atomic-molecular cohesion is pos¬ 
sible. In the case of the Earth and 
the Moon, there is a distortion of 
the field due to proximity, so that 
between them there is a sort of 
“tide” which causes them to overlap 
Thus, it is possible to remain inside 
the electro-magnetic field influence 
all the way to the Moon and past it 
for a distance of 14,000 miles. Ac¬ 
tually the figures must be lower than 
the maximums given, because these 
bodies are not perfect magnets, not 
being wholly composed- of iron or 
related magnetic-property substanc¬ 
es. The vortice would, by its in-flow¬ 
ing currents, which are identical 
with the patterns we see around the 
poles of magnets when we allow 
them to influence iron filings, mag¬ 
netize the Earth and the Moon, mak¬ 
ing rather inferior magnets out of 
them, but magnets nonetheless. 


It is significant that the Russian 
solar-orbit rocket was lost from all 
detection, including visual as well 
as radar and radio detection, at a 
relatively short distance beyond the 
Moon. Although the Russians 
launched a giant rocket, perfectly 
capable of containing batteries suf ¬ 
ficient to last for months of signal¬ 
ing capable of being received here 
on Earth, and in fact did so with 
their other Sputniks, here we have 
the radio going dead in a few days 
time, and all contact lost with the 
rocket. Its “orbit” is one we are 
asked to accept on the basis of 
“mathematical calculations” alone 
and not on any actual evidence. The 
truth of the matter is that the Rus¬ 
sian “solar-orbit rocket” was lost 
from all ken of man not far beyond 
the Moon. This in spite of the state¬ 
ment by our own scientists that 
modern radar techniques can detect 
a body as large as a “spaceship” bil¬ 
lions and billions of miles out into 
space, and specifically, out beyond 
the orbit of Pluto. We have “bounc¬ 
ed” radar signals off the sun. Yet 
we cannot detect Russia’s solar-or¬ 
bit rocket a mere million miles away! 
Why? Because it isn’t there to de¬ 
tect any more? Because, once out¬ 
side the formative (and maintain¬ 
ing) electro-magnetic influence, be¬ 
yond its outer limit, the rocket re¬ 
verted to the primal state of all mat¬ 
ter in outer space, finely dispersed 
sub-atomic particles such as fill all 
space? 

All this is theory, of course. Much 
of it, we are prepared to prove, is 
quite acceptable to many leading 
scientists. Just lately an attack 
(triggered by results of rocket tests) 
has been made on Einstein’s theory 
of gravity, in which “six erroneous 
concepts” have been discovered. As 
some of you will remember, Ein¬ 
stein’s last theory held that both his 
theories of gravity and magnetism 


EDITORIAL 


45 


were not entities at all, but merely 
separate manifestations of still an¬ 
other entity, his electro-magnetic 
field theory which we have Just util¬ 
ized in our thinking about Krus- 
chev’s mysterious statement. It does 
not make sense that Kruschev would 
make a statement so far away from 
reality with such positive words. 
Why say “for all time’’ in connection 
with rockets? The words do not be¬ 
long in the sentence by any vagary 
of connotation that can be reason¬ 
ably substantiated by any other 
means than the one basis we have 
just advanced. 

When your editor is strongly con¬ 
vinced of something, he likes to stick 
his neck out and make definite pre¬ 
dictions based on his conviction. I! 
the theory is correct, the predictions 
will turn out to be correct. And if 
the actual events predicted come 
true, they stand as evidence that we 
“told you so”, and we can produce 
the published prediction to prove 
it. It is our method of “dating” our 
thinking so that we can demolish 
claims of “originality” by some latent 
“discoverer”. We therefore make this 
prediction: All rocket probes aimed 
beyond the moon, at Mars, Venus, 
Sun or elsewhere in the reaches of 
outer space will bring essentially the 
same result as the Russian solar-or¬ 
bit rocket. In short, once sufficiently 
past the moon, it will be impossible 
to prove that the rocket even exists, 
that it is in any orbit whatsoever, 
and that it is returning signals, ra¬ 
dar echoes, or Eisenhower’s greet¬ 
ings. 

One last point we wish to make in 
our remarks stimulated by Krus- 
chev’s speech is this: How much of 
the truth are we being told about 
tumbling castles of scientific knowl¬ 
edge (astronomy and physics in par¬ 
ticular), which is coming to us as 

a result of our rocket probes into 
space? 


Let’s go back to the Russians for 
another “killer”. As we all know (the 
astronomers keep telling us!), life 
on Mars and Venus and other plan 
ets is impossible, except for lichens 
because of the lack of atmosphere, 
and particularly of oxygen. They 
know this because they have an in¬ 
strument called a spectroscope whici 
analyzes the light coming from the 
body in question, and the lines of 
the elements in the atmosphere 
show up on the spectrograph. They 
use the same method to determine 
the elements present in any partic¬ 
ular sample of material, by heating 
it until it gives off light, and then 
analyzing with the spectroscope 
Well, the Russians decided to include 
a spectrographic mechanism in one 
of their rockets, and aimed it back 
at the Earth. What do you think it 
told them? Yes, you’re right—no 
oxygen! Life on Earth is impossible 
except perhaps for a few lichens 
As far as human beings are con¬ 
cerned, there Is no oxygen to support 
such life! 

Here again we have one of your 
editor’s pet theories, which has oc¬ 
cupied his mind for more than twen¬ 
ty years. Once we felt sure that space 
was not empty, but rather filled with 
subliminal substance, we postulated 
that these substances must be uni¬ 
versal, that is, cover- the entire ele¬ 
mental range. Thus, since they are 
not reasonably equally distributed 
there must be some sort of separa¬ 
tion, and that in certain areas cer¬ 
tain elements would predominate. 

Now, if we observe Venus with a 
spectroscope, and the element meth¬ 
ane is the major constituent of the 
area of space in which our solar sys¬ 
tem presently floats (which may well 
be large enough to cover a period ol 
hundreds of years, necessitating ob¬ 
servations made hundreds of years 
apart) we will find that Venus has 
an atmosphere largely methane, and 


46 


EDITORIAL 


lacking oxygen. We will conclude 
that Venus cannot support human 
life. We have always felt that such 
spectroscopic evidence was subject 
to too many unknown factors, and 
could not possibly give us a correct 
analysis of atmospheric conditions 
on another planet. According to our 
theory, no atmosphere would be de¬ 
tectable on the Moon, because all 
such atmosphere would be propelled 
out of the intervening space by the 
electro-magnetic field, thus leaving 
It comparatively empty of (for ex¬ 
ample) oxygen. We felt that the 
Moon could have an atmosphere, and 
our instruments would not show it. 
Today we know that the Moon does 
indeed have an atmosphere, however 
“thin” it may be. 

Now the Russians have proved our 
theory correct. We can say, and say 
it with complete reason on our side, 
that for all we know, ALL the plan¬ 
ets, including the Moon, are in¬ 
habited by human beings or some 
similar form of life. There is no 
longer any demonstrable evidence 
that the atmosphere of Mars and 
Venus and other planets is not quite 
like ours, and perfectly capable of 
supporting life such as ours. 

Intrigued by this new evidence 
provided us by the Russians, and in¬ 
trigued also by the complete lack 
of news about the moon from astron¬ 
omers in the big observatories in the 
last ten years, we decided to find 
out what we could about the Moon, 
and present it in FLYING SAU¬ 
CERS. What we found was complete¬ 
ly astounding! We are presenting it 
to you this issue just as we found it. 
It is all true. It is flabbergasting. 
And it relegates the whole science 
of astronomy and its practitioners 
today to the status of astrologers, 
and makes of them just dabbling 
theorists just like the rest of us! 
During the past fifty years, they 
have been completely undone in 


their textbook theorizing by facts 
which they choose now to ignore. 

Let’s ask that they throw out their 
old books, and write new ones, giv¬ 
ing us all the embarrassing contrary 
facts they’ve accumulated since. 
We’re quite eager to publish a “new 
astronomy” book, and will guarantee 
to do it, under the by-line of any 
astronomer with enough fortitude to 
admit the fictional nature of his 
“science”. All this learned stuff 
about space is proving to be poppy¬ 
cock. Particularly the stuff about 
life on other worlds. True, there is a 
great body of astronomy which is 
quite Important, and quite accurate, 
as it consists of observations, of 
photos, of calculations, of centuries 
of painstaking work, all properly put 
down in books and records, without 
drawing any fixed conclusions, and 
this vast array of research we freely 
state is true science. With all this 
work behind them, it seems that 
they can honestly face the loss of 
luster to their “popular astronomy” 
theories, and “take it back” without 
being laughed at. 

The way things stand now, we are 
almost Inclined to believe that John 
Carter was an actual Virginian, and 
that he did make that strange flight, 
stark naked, across the void to the 
red planet Mars, and find himself on 
the dead sea bottoms of Barsoom, 
amidst the fearsome Tharks, the 
four-armed green men, their eight¬ 
legged Thoats, and their bloody 
broadswords! It is more likely to be 
true than what the astronomers 
have been telling us with their silly 
“spectroscopic analyses”! 

Kruschev is willing to give up 
rocket experiment “for all time”. Is 
it because he knows something that 
is not yet common knowledge? The 
progress of rocket science bids fair 
to be an intensely interesting sub¬ 
ject to follow. FLYING SAUCERS is 
(Continued on page 50) 



3L FITZGERALD INVESTIGATION 

-What It Means 

By CORAL E. LORENZEN 


A T APPROXIMATELY 3 a.m. on 
the morning of 21 September, 
1958, Mrs. William Fitzgerald 
of 934 East Drive, Sheffield Lake, 
Ohio, was preparing for bed after 
watching the late show on television. 
Suddenly her bedroom was flooded 
with light. When she went to the 
window to investigate the light 
source, she saw a small (approxi¬ 
mately 22 feet in diameter) object 
outside her window. 

When the first newspaper report 
arrived at APRO headquarters, I 
felt sure it would be either inferred 
or labelled as an hallucination. The 
consequent publication of an excel¬ 
lent report and analysis of the inci¬ 
dent by the UFO Research Commit¬ 
tee of Akron, Ohio, and forwarded to 
APRO by Member Fred Kirsch, bore 
this theory out. The manner in 
which this incident was Investigated 
by Air Force investigators and even¬ 
tually misconstrued, is to me the 
most important and intriguing part 
of the Fitzgerald story. But first, 
here are the facts. 

The thing Mrs. Fitzgerald saw was 
disc-shaped with a hump on the up¬ 
per part. It was of a dull aluminum 
color with no light source, no seams, 
rivets or markings. Mrs. Fitzgerald's 
line of sight was approximately 6 
feet 10 inches from the ground. The 
object was directly in front of her, 
above her driveway and moving 
north. It continued to move, losing 
altitude, until it was 50 feet from 
where she stood, and one foot above 
the ground in a neighbor’s yard. It 


hovered motionless for a few sec¬ 
onds, then started billowing smoke 
from two apertures at the rim. These 
apertures appeared to contain sev¬ 
eral small “jets” or pipes, but the 
pinkish-gray luminescent smoke 
seemed to issue from the aperture 
around the nozzles, not the nozzles 
themselves. Further description: 
Clearly defined edges and no ap¬ 
parent external light until the smoke 
illuminated the object. 

After hovering over the neigh¬ 
bor’s yard, the object moved back to 
Mrs. Fitzgerald’s yard, elevated itself 
to about 5 feet above the ground and 
25 feet from the observer, made two 
fast clockwise turns and shot up out 
of sight. 

Mrs. Fitzgerald attempted to wake 
her husband to tell him about it, but 
with no success; but the next day 
she found out that her 10-year-old 
son had also seen it. Subsequent in¬ 
vestigation by the UFORC showed 
that an unidentified light had been 
seen at approximately the same time 
by others in the vicinity. The infor¬ 
mation, evidence and logical analysis 
supplied by the UFORC and APRO 
members, including George Popo- 
witch, indicate that Mrs. Fitzgerald 
saw an apparently intelligently con¬ 
trolled metallic object about 22 feet 
in diameter by 6 feet thick. 

The UFORC report furnished oth¬ 
er information, however, which was 
actually more informative than the 
detailed physical characteristics of 
the object itself. A UFORC commit¬ 
tee member was present when two 



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THE FITZGERALD INVESTIGATION - 


Air Force investigators of NCO rank 
questioned Mrs. Fitzgerald and her 
son. They asked five questions. One 
pertained to the weather, one to the 
possible fluorescent nature of the ob¬ 
ject’s smoke, one as to whether the 
light dimmed out or blinked out 
quickly, one about how fast the ob¬ 
ject left the vicinity, and the last 
question asked if Mrs. Fitzgerald had 
been under medical care recently. 
They asked the boy one question: 
whether or not it (the object) ap¬ 
peared to be aluminum. 

Despite the brevity of this inter¬ 
view, the sergeants did thoroughly 
check local train schedules and boat 
activity on the nearby lake. The re¬ 
sults of this phase of the investiga¬ 
tion became apparent in the text of 
an Air Force letter to the Honorable 
A. D. Baumhart, Jr., of the House of 
Representatives, in answer to his in¬ 
quiry into the Air Force results. The 
letter, signed by Major General W. 
P. Fisher of the Legislative Liaison 
Office, inferred that Mrs. Fitzgerald 
experienced an illusion brought 
about by the rotating light of a train 
(which, the letter said, passed on a 
track at “approximately the same 
hour” of the sighting) and/or the 
spotlight of a boat on the lake. 

The purpose of the letter is ob¬ 
vious—to disqualify Mrs. Fitzger¬ 
ald’s observation. The questions ask¬ 
ed by the Air Force investigators 
were meaningless. Their efforts were 
concentrated on the possible con¬ 
ventional explanation — thus ex¬ 
haustive attempts to find a light 
source to account for the sighting 
were necessary. 

The UFORC showed, through their 
own investigations, that neither the 
boats nor the train’s lights would be 
visible to Mrs. Fitzgerald where she 
had stood. 

These facts are not, In themselves, 
too Important. But — taken in a 
group, along with the fact that a 


diagram of an object in Air Force 
Special Report No. 14, labelled Case 
No. 8, is almost an exact duplicate of 
what Mrs. Fitzgerald and her son 
saw, including dimensions, they are 
almost ominous. 

The UFORC, in their analysis, 
called the investigation by the Air 
Force sloppy and/or incompetent. To 
me it was both and more. I believe 
there was no necessity for a careful 
investigation of this incident which, 
to the Air Force was a sighting of an 
object about which they already 
knew much. So much publicity had 
been given the incident locally that 
they felt a token investigation had 
to be made so that they could de¬ 
vise a way to disqualify an appar¬ 
ently capable observer, and explain 
away the incident in conventional 
terms. They were not concerned pri¬ 
marily with public opinion, but they 
were very concerned with inquiries 
made by a duly qualified legislative 
representative. Their efforts, there¬ 
fore, were directed primarily toward 
Mr. Baumhart. 

The question about Mrs. Fitzger¬ 
ald’s medical status was probably 
calculated to frighten Mrs. Fitzger¬ 
ald at the possibility of having her 
observation blamed on a physical 
defect if any existed. The lack of 
queries about the object itself indi¬ 
cates a lack of interest in this par¬ 
ticular type of object—probably be¬ 
cause it is no longer one of concern 
—obviously one of the small observer 
units seen so often in the past and 
no doubt welt documented in Air 
Force UFO files. 

This apparent lack of interest by 
Air Force investigators reminded me 
of the “wringing out” and subse¬ 
quent attempted brain-washing of 
observers a year ago when the huge, 
luminous traffic-stopping flying 
eggs came upon the scene. These 
were a new innovation in UFO an¬ 
nals—and a thorough investigation 




THE FITZGERALD INVESTIGATION - 


49 


(one might even say a strenuous 
one) was undertaken. 

When the “flying eggs" came to 
public attention in November, 1957, 
researchers looked for a common de¬ 
nominator. This they had in descrip¬ 
tions of the objects and their effect 
on ground traffic. There were no 
orthotenic lines—no correlation of 
sighting locations Indicating a pat¬ 
tern. It was this lack of a pattern 
that concerned me until I found an 
uncommon denominator which is as 
important as a common one and 
which actually indicates a pattern 
of sorts. 

In the late evening hours of 2 No¬ 
vember and the early morning hours 
of 3 November 1957, a glowing egg- 
shaped object squatted on roads near 
Levelland, Texas, and stopped traffic 
Most sightings were within an ap¬ 
proximate 4 mile radius of the town; 
once the object was seen in a cotton 
field. About an hour later the last 
sighting at Levelland, an object of 
the same description visited the A- 
Bomb site on the White Sands Prov¬ 
ing Ground-Holloman Air Force Mis¬ 
sile Development Range in New Mex¬ 
ico. That night at about 8 p.m. it 
was again in the same vicinity. 
Whether or not automotive electrical 
systems were affected we do not 
know of a certainty—the full reports 
are in Air Force files. The most com¬ 
plete public record of these two visi¬ 
tations at the A-Bomb site was con¬ 
tained in the pages of the Alamo¬ 
gordo Daily News, wherein the offi¬ 
cial release stated that the jeep pa¬ 
trols reported no engine difficulty 
as other reports from elsewhere 
stated. 

On the 4th of November (Monday) 
the famous (or infamous) Stokes 
case took place—this time in broad 
daylight on a public highway be¬ 
tween the White Sands Proving 
Ground-Fort Bliss Range and the 
McGregor test range. Stokes was ex¬ 


tensively questioned (see my article, 
“The Psychology of UFO Secrecy in 
“Flying Saucers" for October, 1958) 
and his sighting was labelled a hoax. 

As these sightings were aired over 
national TV and radio news pro¬ 
grams and duly logged in front-page 
newspaper articles, other U.S. re¬ 
ports of similar sightings prior to 
the launching of Sputnik II were 
coming to light. Mrs. Robert Moudy 
of Covington, Indiana revealed that 
on 15 October an object, looking like 
a “fried egg—sunny side down”— 
came down over a field and that the 
engine of her husband’s combine 
stopped. This at 7 p.m.—and Moudy 
also noticed two autos stopped on a 
nearby road. 

On the 4th of November at 3:12 
a.m., just a few hours before Stokes’ 
experience, police and firemen 
watched a glowing object which hov¬ 
ered over a cemetery in Elmwood 
Park, Illinois. The spotlight on the 
patrol car dimmed as the police ap¬ 
proached the object. 

A carload of women and students 
were startled to see a lighted object 
pacing their automobile at 7:20 p.m., 
9 November, while travelling on a 
lonely mountain road near White 
Oaks, New Mexico. Their lights flick¬ 
ered and went out and their engine 
missed. They stopped the car to 
watch and the object headed into 
the north and disappeared. 

On the 14th, at Tamaroa, Illinois, 
a moon-shaped object accompanied 
by 5 or 6 loud booms and three bril¬ 
liant flashes of light, was sighted 
above the trees bordering U.S. High¬ 
way 51, by the wife of the local Jus¬ 
tice of the Peace. After the flashes 
and the booms, her house lights went 
out. Power failure was reported be¬ 
tween Tamaroa and nearby Dubois 
—and H. D. Heath, District Man¬ 
ager of the Illinois Power Company 
said that he could find nothing tech¬ 
nically wrong. 



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This is a sampling of reports. 
Glowing objects in the daytime and 
at night; objects on much-traveled 
highways and on lonely roads; in 
populated areas—in a town—on a 
missile range — in a field — where 
there were ground vehicles operat¬ 
ing. Objects which interferred with 
the electrical systems of trucks, cars 
and a grain combine. There are too 
many to list all of them, but similar 
incidents took place outside the U.S. 
—especially in South America in the 
months preceding the U.S. “flap” 
and for a few days afterward. What 
were they and what were they do¬ 
ing? No common denominator—but 
an uncommon one which draws a 
picture. A weapon being tested on 
various types of ground vehicles at 
different times of the day, under 
various weather conditions. The in¬ 
dications are, because of time ele¬ 
ments involved, that only one ob¬ 
ject was seen by all. A new type— 
and thus the great interest exhibited 
by official investigative agencies. 

In preceding years there had been 
no indication that the objects inter¬ 
fered with electrical systems—thus 
ruling out the possibility that this 
interference was an accidental by¬ 
product of the UAO propulsion sys¬ 
tems. The traffic-stopping Incidents 
in the U.S. came on the heels of the 
launching of Sputnik I and II. Inci¬ 
dentally, reports of UAO Interest in 
dogs came to light after Sputnik II’s 
launching (it contained the famous 
Russian space dog Laika). 


This weapon hypothesis was hinted 
by Dr. Olavo Fontes, APROs Brazil¬ 
ian representative. Mr. Lorenzen had 
hestitatingly suggested it shortly 
after the November “flap” but it 
wasn’t a popular theory—for obvious 
reasons. Fontes backed it up with 
well-documented sightings both in 
the U.S. and his own country. Al¬ 
though a comparative newcomer in 
UAO research, Dr. Fontes has proven 
himself to be the most valuable 
single researcher today. His efforts 
have been unceasing and thorough 
despite a heavy medical schedule. He 
has thoroughly investigated hun¬ 
dreds of sightings—military and ci¬ 
vilian. His latest, made by a Rio de 
Janeiro engineer in 1956, includes a 
color slide of a UAO over Guanabara 
Bay. The full account of the pic¬ 
ture and the sighting was contained 
in the January 1959 issue of the 
APRO Bulletin. 

In January of this year, APRO en¬ 
tered its 8th year of activity in the 
UAO research field. We expect that 
the near future may bring more 
glowing eggs — possibly capable of 
knocking out electrical power at its 
source — the power plants them¬ 
selves. These sightings will be fully 
investigated by the Air Force Aerial 
Phenomena Research Division, but 
it is not likely that the public will 
hear much if anything about the 
sightings or the results of the inves¬ 
tigations. Researchers will have to 
be more alert than ever if the facts 
are to be made known. 


Editorial ... 

(Concluded from page 46) 
quite excited about the prospect, and 
its editors freely predict that the 
adventure of reporting it will be 
positively fascinating. Already the 
“rockets red glare” has been exceed¬ 


ed by the glowing necks and faces 
of the astronomers who, before rock¬ 
ets, were safe in their comfortable 
rocking chairs of theory. As teachers 
they had no critics, because there 
was no “devil’s advocate”. The rock¬ 
et men can now say to the astron¬ 
omers: “Vas you dere, Sharlie?” 



IS SIAM A SECRET BASE 

FOR 



By 

RON ORMOND 


O UR HOUSE guest was a young 
Siamese girl, whose Interest 
seemed more terrestrial than 
extra-terrestrial. Suppunica Snits- 
wongs had come to America from 
Slam to continue her voice lessons 
and In that I was planning a trip 
to the Orient to do “THE GREAT 
RELIGIOUS MYSTERIES OF THE 
FAR EAST,” I plied her with ques¬ 
tions. 

“What about flying saucers.” I 
asked her, “have any been reported 
in your country?” 

Suppunlca’s reply was not immed- 
diate, rather she seemed to ponder 
her answer. 

“I do not know what you call fly¬ 
ing saucers, Mr. Ron, but there are 
rumors of other things.” 

“Other things?" I inquired. 

“Yes—other things that come from 
Heaven.” 

Now I had reason to ponder. After 
all Kenneth Arnold’s report of sight¬ 
ing nine “saucer-llke” objects flying 
at approximately 1200 miles per 
hour In 1947 was not really the be¬ 
ginning. One only had to check other 
records compiled by Charles Fort, 
or for that matter, refer to the Old 
Testament In Ezekiel, Verse 4: “And 
I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind 
came out of the north, a great cloud, 
and a fire unfolding itself, and a 
brightness was about it, and out of 
the midst thereof as the colour of 


amber, out of the midst of fire.” 

Perhaps, I thought to myself, our 
Siamese guest had reference to the 
very same kind of phenomena re¬ 
ferred to In Ezekiel. 

.“What do you mean by things that 
come from Heaven?” I pressed fur¬ 
ther. 

Then the story of an aboriginal 
tribe that lived in the northern sec¬ 
tor of Siam was told. 

“They’re called Lahus,” she furn¬ 
ished, “and have told many stories 
of big fiery wheels that come out of 
the sky and land near their village ' 

“Hasn’t anyone gone up there to 
Investigate?” I almost exploded 
hardly able to contain myself. 

“I don’t know about that, but most 
Siamese let them alone because the 
Lahus are magicians and have great 
powers.” 

She broke off for a long moment, 
as though to select her words more 
carefully; “Perhaps they manifest 
the fiery wheels.” 

“Or perhaps,” I finished specula¬ 
tively, “others unbeknown to the 
Siamese, are using Siam for a secret 
base.” 

That’s where we left it, that is, as 
far as Suppunica was concerned— 
but as for me, I was bound and de¬ 
termined to investigate the possibil¬ 
ities. 

At the time my friend and com¬ 
panion in adventure, Ormond McGill 


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IS SIAM A SECRET BASE FOR SAUCERS? . 


and I were planning a tour of the 
Far East to film a rather unusual 
series for television. Cameras, sound 
equipment, power supplies, film and 
tape had already been purchased 
and checked, and while the greater 
portion of our film would be dealing 
w..h mysteries behind certain prim¬ 
itive beliefs, my enthusiasm never 
diminished for information regard¬ 
ing the subject of ufology. 

“If I ever get to Siam,” I told my¬ 
self, “the Lahus and I have a date 
together.” 

Slam is located in the southeast 
corner of Asia, between Burma on 
the west and Laos, Cambodia and 
Viet-Nam on the east. Before arriv¬ 
ing we had spent time in Japan, the 
Philippines, Hong Kong, Macau, Tai¬ 
wan (Formosa) Viet-Nam and Cam¬ 
bodia. Our film and tape packs by 
now were literally bulging with in¬ 
teresting subjects and sound effects 

Our flight to Bangkok had been 
uneventful and as soon as we had 
gone through the usual formalities 
of arriving passengers, i.e., customs, 
immigration, quarantine, etc., we 
headed for the unique city itself, 
which provided a vista of Interesting 
sights, imposing and colorful temples 
and beautiful palaces. But despite 
these unusual wonders my anxiety 
to get to Northern Siam and the in¬ 
vestigation consumed my very being. 
Our film taking was confined to the 
Bangkok area but even so, I kept 
probing, asking questions. 

Had we held the line of question¬ 
ing to fiery wheels, it might have 
proved fruitful sooner, however it 
was because of some unusual Budd¬ 
histic rituals we were photographing, 
our first lead was uncovered. 

“Yes,” an old Buddhist monk of¬ 
fered at Wat Pak Nam, “fiery wheels 
are occasionally seen in Ayudya.” 

Having arrived from Cambodia, 
where we had done rather exhaust¬ 
ive research and photography at 


Angkor Wat and Angkor Thom, our 
interest in ancient ruins had includ¬ 
ed Ayudhya, provided time permit¬ 
ted. Now all that was changed, since 
meeting the Buddhist monk, Ayud¬ 
hya was a must. 

Our research showed signs of some 
advanced civilization that had lived 
hundreds of years before in Cam¬ 
bodia. Evidence had been found in 
the ancient Khymer monuments of 
Cambodia that established the Aryan 
tribes about 1000 B.C. Later when 
they built the two Angkors, they 
brought with them advanced reli¬ 
gious conceptions, ancient secrets 
and wise men of the East. It was also 
said they brought a series of beings 
who ruled the world of psychical 
phenomena. Man could by profound 
concentration discover in himself 
what is divinely his from the eternal 
fount. 

Our minds naturally went back 
to Plato's Atlantis and to Lemuria. 
These were highly advanced civiliza¬ 
tions capable of levitating huge 
carved blocks of granites. By the 
same token, the very same kind of 
phenomena was evident in con¬ 
structing the great pyramid of 
Glzeh. What methods did they use? 
Did they know the secret of nul- 
lifing gravity—or did they use some 
ancient secret to make tons of gran¬ 
ite apparently weightless? Not that 
we wanted to link Angkor Wat or 
Angkor Thom with Lemuria, or with 
the great pyramid of Gizeh, but it 
did occur to us that the same princi¬ 
ple of levitation could have been 
used. Unlike the pyramid of Gizeh 
the Angkor architecture is vastly 
different as various materials and 
numerous themes were used. Huge 
carved balusters, between them the 
surface engraved with square pat¬ 
terns in rosettes. From this back¬ 
ground, stand out groups of grace¬ 
ful apsaras or celestial dancers with 
their rich conventional costumes 



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IS SIAM A SECRET BASE FOR SAUCERS? 


and splendid head-dress. 

The point was and is, one that 
many flying saucer enthusiasts put 
their credence In. Did these advanc¬ 
ed civilizations have help from an¬ 
other source? And why were these 
strange crafts still seen in the area 
of Ayudhya? Perhaps the answers 
would unfold when we arrived at 
the ancient city itself. 

Because of the rains we had to 
delay our trip to Ayudhya for about 
two weeks but when we finally did 
arrive it proved just as interesting 
as Angkors Wat and Thom. While 
there was no similiarity in architec¬ 
ture, it had its own distinct style 
with glittering tapering pagodas 
and exquisite carpet-like roofs of 
blue, yellow, red and green lacquer¬ 
ed elegancies that had stood the 
ravishes of age. Like Angkors Wat 
and Thom, why was this ancient 
city also destroyed? Did it mean 
that they too had progressed to the 
point where their talents were used 
to the end of evil, instead of good? 
Or did they disappear into another 
dimension? Historical record doesn’t 
give the facts that way but It’s al¬ 
ways been worthy of consideration. 

The ruins of Ayudhya fascinated 
us, and as we photographed we 
probed into the mystery of the an¬ 
cient capitol. Our break came in an 
unexpected manner. The ruins are 
overrun as a grazing ground for 
water buffaloes from the nearby rice 
fields. I thought some of this might 
make an interesting group of shots 
and in inquiring Into the matter of 
whether I might get such pictures 
from one of the local tenders, I 
thought I might as well ask ques¬ 
tions about saucers. The tender’s 
reply was gratifying, even though 
his knowledge of the English langu¬ 
age was limited. 

“They are seen on occasions,” we 
were told. 

“Do they make any sound at all?" 


“Sometimes, they are strangely 
quiet—other times, there is a slight 
humming noise.” 

“Where do they come from?” 

“From the mountains, there," he 
pointed expressively in the direc¬ 
tion of the mountain range in the 
north. 

My mind went back to Suppunica 
Snitswongs and her statement of 
things that come from Heaven. I 
knew now we had to go to Chieng- 
mai and get more information, first 
hand. 

I shot a parting question at the 
tender: “Tell me, have you ever seen 
any of the people from Inside the 
fiery objects?” 

“I have not,” I was told honestly, 
“but others here have seen them.” 

“Can we meet one of the people 
who have talked to them?” 

“That would be Impossible, they 
would never talk of their experience 
with an outsider—” 

The tender never quite finished 
and for a moment we relived the age 
old ‘east-west’ problem. Suddenly he 
bowed slightly and walked away 
slowly in the direction of the graz¬ 
ing water buffaloes. My partner had 
been listening silently as he general¬ 
ly did in matters of UFOs. I turned 
to him and shrugged helplessly. 

“Well what do we do now, Mac?” 

“You’d better come along with me 
to Chiengmai, I suppose—that is un¬ 
less you have other suggestions.” 

“Chiengmai suits me fine,” I smil¬ 
ed. “just fine.” 

Chiengmai is the second largest 
'city in Siam and we immediately 
enjoyed the change of scenery. 
While the surroundings of Bangkok 
are flat and extend into seemingly 
endless rice paddies, Chiengmai in 
comparison has a mountainous 
countryside and is known for its 
famous teak forests. 

We had hardly settled down after 



IS SIAM A SECRET BASE FOR SAUCERS? 


M 

checking into a local hotel when we 
began hearing things that made os 
hold our breath In avid anticipation. 
The Lahus had been feted again by 
the great fire gods, although not 
recently. 

“How long ago?” I inquired anxi¬ 
ously. 

“About two weeks ago,” the hotel 
bearer informed us. 

“Probably a forest fire," Mac 
snorted. 

“Not forest fire,” the bearer came 
back, “Chiengmai Is in monsoon sea¬ 
son.” 

I thought I understood rains and 
weather comparatively well; I was 
supposed to, being a pilot, but the 
monsoons were a weather all their 
own. Fifty Inches of rainfall Is a 
scant year there, and It has been 
known to go upward to a hundred 
Inches. With that kind of rain, it 
could hardly have been a forest fire, 
especially during the monsoon sea¬ 
son. 

Ormond McGill had made a pre¬ 
vious committment with Harold 
Young, an American naturalist who 
operated the local zoo and could not 
make the trek into the mountains 
above Chiengmai with me. Nonethe¬ 
less It was through this connection 
I was able to acquire the services of 
a first-rate guide who was to take 
me deep into the teak forests. 

We hired a driver who owned an 
English Landrover (somewhat like 
our American Jeeps) and two days 
later we started out to what I pas¬ 
sionately hoped would be a real con¬ 
tribution to the field of UFOs. For 
five hours the driver painstakingly 
picked his way through mud pud¬ 
dles and boggy paths that seemed 
impassable. Finally he brought the 
Landrover to a halt. 

“Can go no further,” he said, 
“roads too bad.” 

Even though his words had to be 
translated, I had an idea of thqir 


meaning before the guide Informed 
me. By now I knew my guide’s name 
to be Loto and as I set about get¬ 
ting camera and equipment unload¬ 
ed, Loto was making arrangements 
for our return trip to Chiengmai. 

“Driver will wait here until we re¬ 
turn,” Loto informed, which gave 
me a feeling of security; that is, a 
temporary feeling of security. 

“—But if monsoon brings much 
rain, he will have to leave ... Other¬ 
wise Landrover get stuck in mud 
and cannot return to Chiengmai." 

I had a momentary glimpse of us 
walking back. It was a horrible 
thought, but if I thought I would 
have to await our rendezvous before 
plodding through the sticky ground, 
I was wrong. A few minutes later 
Loto and I were up to our ankles in 
it. Fortunately for us, Siam abounds 
in areca palms and tropical plants 
which gave us plenty access to solid 
ground, even though wet and 
steamy. My one concern was my 
camera and film, which I tried des¬ 
perately to keep dry. 

Two hours of steady plodding un¬ 
der the broiling sun one minute and 
Intermittent rains the next, brought 
us to the first of the hills, and an¬ 
other half-hour of scrambling saw 
us on a rather flat summit. 

There was a distinct difference in 
the formation of the terrain, and 
the hills seemed to go on and on 
without hint of human habitation. 

We walked about another hour on 
the summit, but because dark comes 
rather suddenly in the Orient, Loto 
picked a dry campsite and made 
excellent provisions for our needs. 
Forming a lean-to out of palm and 
banana leaves, he then set about 
gathering bread fruit, mongo and 
pineapples which tasted delicious 
with the boiled rice he also prepar¬ 
ed. 

When I awoke the next morning 
it was raining slightly. For a time 


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IS SIAM A SECRET 

my eyes wandered about taking in 
the jungle wonders. I looked over to 
where Loto had slept and he was 
gone. 

“Loto,” I yelled. 

I heard a rustle of bushes direct¬ 
ly behind me, turning with a start 
I discovered my guide slithering 
back on his belly, drenched and 
muddy from the rain. 

“Where have you been?” I in¬ 
quired half angrily. 

Loto motioned me to be quiet: 
“Somebody down there — behind 
rocks. ... Me try to see who.” 

Among some of the wild animals 
in that area are the elephant, tiger, 
leopard-cat and while seen but 
rarely, the two-horned rhinoceros. 
Even though I am inclined toward 
an improvident nature, I had no de¬ 
sire to come face to face with that 
product. Furthermore, we were 
hardly prepared for such an en¬ 
counter. 

I noticed Loto’s eyes straining in 
the direction of the rocks. I follow¬ 
ed his gaze. Suddenly our perplexity 
was erased as we noticed a rather 
strange figure climbing up the hill¬ 
side, his arm, with hand open, was 
raised in what was apparently a 
sign of reassurance. 

“Lahu,” Loto volunteered. 

As the Lahu got nearer we Judged 
him to be well advanced in years, 
but yet, different from the typical 
Siamese "although there were the 
unmistakable characteristics of that 
race. The national costume is the 
panumg, a piece of cloth about a 
yard wide and about two and one 
half yards long. The middle of it is 
passed around the body, covering it 
from waist to the knees, and is 
hitched in front so that the two ends 
of equal length hang down evenly; 
these being twisted together and 
are passed back between the legs. 
Yet, comparatively few Siamese wear 


BASE FOR SAUCERS? 

the panumg, however the Lahu 
probably knew nothing else. 

"What brings the Lahu to our 
camp?" Loto greeted in local dia¬ 
lect. “Certainly he cannot be lost.” 

“Nay,” came his reply, "it is to 
see my white brother,” Indicating 
me. 

“Is this the first time you look 
upon a white man?” 

“I have seen them before.” 

“Ask him," I shot to Loto, “what 
it is he wants of us.” 

I waited as my guide asked my 
question. Apparently Loto also de¬ 
cided to tell the Lahu of my inter¬ 
est in the fiery wheels. As they talk¬ 
ed I examined the aboriginal's face. 
It seemed furrowed with a million 
tiny wrinkles. His eyes were almost 
coal black, inclined to the oblique, 
but they seemed to sparkle with a 
kind of perplexity when, I presume, 
Loto broached the question about 
flying saucers, or whatever they are 
called in the native Lahu dialect. 

“He says it is true about the fiery 
wheels,” Loto translated,” but it is 
many days walk from here.” 

“Ask him if he will take us there." 
I inquired—then waited as Loto put 
the question to the aboriginal. His 
reply was a great disappointment. 

“It would be a mission for noth¬ 
ing—they are not there now.” 

“Is the weather the reason they 
are no longer present?” I pushed. 

The old Lahu smiled after my 
words had been translated. 

“Your friend knows better,” was 
all he would say. 

I decided on a different approach. 
“Tell him I have heard of the 
Lahu’s great magic—perhaps the 
fiery wheels are objects of their own 
magic.” 

“Our magic is of a different na¬ 
ture.” 

I pondered for a brief moment, 



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IS SIAM A SECRET BASE FOR SAUCERS? 


then; “Perhaps he will take us to 
his village so that we can question 
his friends also." 

As I talked the old native watched 
me speculatively, a queer flicker 
coming into his eyes. I could have 
sworn he understood what I said, as 
I said it. Nonetheless he listened at¬ 
tentively as Loto asked him my 
question. 

“Even I,” he said, “cannot return 
now because of the raging streams 
and muddy slopes—perhaps when 
the rains have gone.” 

It didn’t take a meteorologist to 
know that once the monsoon season 
arrived, It was simply a matter of 
considerable time before the wet 
weather subsided, and while I se¬ 
cretly hoped that I might be able to 
locate the village of the Lahu, or 
better still, take pictures of a ‘secret 
base’ I still considered myself very 
lucky to get, what one might call, 
first hand information. I decided to 
take advantage of the contact and 
ply him with more questions. 

I’ve since wondered whether some 
of the replies were figments of the 
Lahu’s imagination, or whether they 
had some basis of facts. If they were 
facts, time could prove them revolu¬ 
tionary. 

Loto asked him to draw a picture 
for me on the wet ground. He com¬ 
plied gladly. In a way it resembled 


a fire ball, with a kind of ray or tail, 
behind it. I immediately thought of 
an illustration, depicted on the Bay- 
eaux Tapestry in the year 1066. It 
too, resembled the drawing the old 
Lahu designed. My mind raced back 
through bits of other information: 
From the Tibetan, Phylos and his 
accounts; of Chinese Taoist records 
relative to Chen Jen who was “born 
on the wings of the wind and tra¬ 
veled from planet to planet.” From 
Ezekiel: 16 “—and their work was 
as it were a wheel in the middle of 
a wheel.” 

I concluded one thing. Either the 
Lahu knew more than was being re¬ 
vealed at that moment, or else, theii 
imagination had instigated rumors 
of an unprecedented nature and cer¬ 
tainly gave the impression of flying 
saucers. On the other hand, how 
could anyone explain away the 
strange lights so often seen hover¬ 
ing near their villages? 

My last recollection of the Lahu 
was as he stood waving a friendly 
goodbye. Time did not permit my 
remaining through the monsoon 
season, but of one thing I was cer¬ 
tain : one day I would return to Siam 
and do a little more exploring into 
the subject of fiery wheels. When I 
do, I certainly hope it’s stopped rain¬ 
ing. 

THE END 


Barn Disappears In Puff Of Smoke 


LUMBERTON, N. C., April 14.— 
Puzzled police and firemen called in an 
explosives expert today to try to solve 
the mystery of the vanishing barn. 

Firemen said the 20-foot square tobacco 
barn, located just inside the city limits, 
“simply disappeared in a sort of explo¬ 
sion” last night, but an investigation in¬ 
dicated there had been no explosion. 


There was some speculation that the 
barn might have been the victim of a 
freak tornado which hit the earth in only 
one place, but the Weather Bureau at 
Raleigh said no severe storms had been 
reported in the state and that atmospheric 
conditions in the Lumberton area were not 
right for a tornado. 




A SAK I H - TWO All;A _ 
and “LITTLE I It EAT USE A ” 

(Reprinted from A.P.R.O. BULLETIN) 


The following report is derived 
from news items appearing in Hal- 
singborg, Dagblad, Svenks Dagblad- 
et, Stockholms Tidningen, Dagen 
Nybeter and the Swedish magazine 
Se. The material was collected and 
translated by our special representa¬ 
tive for Sweden—Mr. K. Gosta Rehn 

Sighters: Merchant Hans Gustavs- 
son, 25, and student Stig Rydberg, 
30, both buddies and living together 
at Rydberg’s mother’s house, Lang- 
vinkelgatan, 26, Halsingborg, where 
the mother is engaged in a laundry 
business, Gustavsson helping as a 
driver. Photos show them as rather 
good-looking, well-groomed chaps. 

Place of Sighting: Domsten near 
Halsingborg and near the straits of 
Cresund, dividing Denmark from 
Sweden. 

Story: “We had been at a dance 
and drove home from Hoganas. Near 
Domsten in an opening in the pine 
woods, we suddenly saw a peculiar 
sight. We thought it came from some 
practice of the fire department. This 
was 2:55 a.m. on December 20th, 
1958. Our curiosity aroused we 
climbed out of the car to take a look 
walking some 10 meters toward the 
light, we both stopped aghast at the 
sight of what we both assumed was 
a “flying saucer,” for we had seen 
some fancy drawings of them in the 
papers. The object’s diameter was 
about 5 meters (about 16 feet), its 
height was about close to 1 meter 
(about 3 feet, 3 inches). It rested on 
three sort of legs. The craft was self- 
illuminating, but the glare was nei¬ 
ther blinding nor warming. In the 
center of the light we thought we 


could distinguish a darker core. 

“All of a sudden we were attacked 
by four lead-gray creatures, about 
1.3 meters tall (a little over 4 feet) 
and about 40 centimeters broad (13 
and y A inches). They seemed to lack 
extremities, looking sort of like 
scones or skittles, but when they at¬ 
tacked us we felt that they had a 
respectable grasping ability. They 
clutched firmly on to us and wanted 
to drag us towards the craft and we 
had to mobilize every resource to 
free ourselves. It was difficult to de¬ 
fend oneself, because one got no real 
hold on the jellylike creatures. “My 
right arm,” says Rydberg, “sank as 
far as to the elbow deep into one of 
them, when I tried to box myself 
loose. When the creatures got near 
to you, they smelled like stale 
marsh.” 

Gustavsson continues: “At a time 
all four were on me. It is difficult to 
explain now in plain words, but 1 
got the impression that the crea¬ 
tures read my thoughts. The sec 
ond before I had time to get a coup¬ 
ling on them they parried the holds 
I was planning. Their raw strength 
was not particularly great, but they 
were tremendously technical. Luck¬ 
ily enough there was a pole with a 
camping sign on it just near where 
I was standing and I clutched my 
arms around the pole. This was my 
rescue.” 

Rydberg continues: “We have 
estimated that the struggle lasted 
4-? minutes. The creatures concen¬ 
trated their efforts on Hans and 
suddenly I found myself free. They 
just ignored me. I took the oppor- 


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58 


“LITTLE CREATURES” 


tunity and ran to the car in order 
to alarm people with the signal 
horn. Having my hand on the horn, 
I watched through the wind shield 
how Hans clutched firmly to the pole 
and how the lead-gray loaf-men 
teared at him so that he was spread 
horizontally in the air. But as soon 
as the blow of the horn sounded 
through the night, they released 
him so that he fell plump to the 
ground. I rushed to him. When I ap¬ 
proached him the saucer rose. The 
light got more intense at its start 
and a smell that reminded us of 
ether and of burned sausages filled 
the air. But the most remarkable of 
all the things was the sound. It was 
a thin, high, intensive sound that 
you rather felt than heard. When 
the craft took off we were shaken 
by powerful extremely rapid vibra¬ 
tions that quite paralyzed us. The 
craft disappeared from our sight. It 
seemed to me that it rose straight 
up in the sky, but Hans claims that 
It disappeared out in an arch over 
the waters. 

“Then we reeled back to the car. 
We felt thoroughly dazed. Our rea¬ 
soning powers felt paralyzed and 
our ttears were Just streaming down. 
We Just sat there in the car. About 
15 minutes later we were clear 
enough in our heads that we could 
drive into Halsingborg City. Not un¬ 
til we came into the inner part of 
the city did we dare to talk to each 
other. The first thing we said was: 
“This we won’t tell to anybody; they 
will laugh us down." 

They kept this promise at first 
but when their relatives reacted to 
their strange looks, they got the ex¬ 
planation. When the neighbors were 
told and laughed also, the men 
thought it wise to contact the De¬ 
fense and the papers to show that 
this was a serious adventure. 

Gustavsson and Rydberg at first 
had a tendency to tell the story 


rather sketchily feeling that the de¬ 
tails would make it seem all the 
more ridiculous. The above account 
is the final complete form. The ob¬ 
servers stated that they had previ¬ 
ously laughed at the idea of flying 
saucers but; now they say, “Now 
that we have experienced it, we look 
at it in another way, of course. No 
one could wish more ferevently than 
we for a natural explanation of the 
happenings. Therefore, we place 
ourselves at the disposal of any kind 
of investigation that is suggested, 
no matter if this concerns ourselves 
as individuals or as participants in 
the strange adventure.” 

A physician named Ingeborg KJel- 
lin (MD) examined the men on 
January 8th. He signed a sanity 
testimopial for them. (The explana¬ 
tion that the men had seen a her¬ 
ring boat and its crew which had 
run aground at Domsten was at first 
widely accepted. When it was dis¬ 
covered that the boat had freed it¬ 
self and left on 18 December, this 
explanation was necessarily aban¬ 
doned.) 

The excitement around the oc¬ 
currence rose. January 10th papers 
reported a new testing of the men 
by Lars Erick Essen and Kilhelm 
Hellsten, both M.D.s of Halsingborg. 
They applied a so-called hypno- 
analysis on the men. The physicians 
state: “At times it was a cross- 
examination that certainly was as 
sharp as any conducted by the mili¬ 
tary or by the police—but both of 
them responded quite softly to the 
test, which fact also is characteristic 
of the method. Dr. Essen tested 
them particularly as to eventual 
hallucinations but the test disclosed 
that they had gotten their experi¬ 
ence directly from the outside and 
that they could also coordinate quite 
clearly as to other experiences out¬ 
side those in issue. 

It also developed with all the dis- 



“ LITTLE CREATURES ’’ 


tinctness desirable that they have 
been right in the occurrence de¬ 
scribed. The only wrong impression 
they might have gotten concerned 
those shapes ol little men; however, 
that is quite understandable. Thus, 
any clues as to contact with these 
odd specimens failed. On the other 
hand it is beyond doubt that the 
men happened to encounter a field 
of force of enormous strength, which 
accounts for their impression of lit¬ 
tle men who pulled them in. 

The account that was given on 
this occasion was largely the same 
as the previous one and to which 
they had stuck. Just in a few de¬ 
tailed perceptions it deviated. This 
fact strengthens the view that the 
experiences related during this later 
test was more true and credible. The 
reason for this is that their earlier 
accounts contained small ex post 
facto constructions, done not only 
subconsciously during the innumer¬ 
able times of recounting their stories 
for interview or examination pur¬ 
poses—thus influencing each other. 
Now was left the pure and real ex¬ 
perience which in all essentials was 
the same for both of them. 

Dr. Essen says, “It may be added 
that the boys’ attitude was of a very 
sober kind. They do not want to put 
any frills on any feature, stuff It 
out, or to interpret their experi¬ 
ences; they want only to communi¬ 
cate them.” He also said, “They were 
both very receptive to this form of 
analysis and I hold as a matter of 
result that it was one of the most 
successful analyses I ever made.” 

By this time the Swedish Defense 
organization had rallied. They ar¬ 
ranged a police and military exam¬ 
ination of the young men. On Jan¬ 
uary 18th, Svenska Dagbladet re¬ 
vealed that the military psychologist 
Dr. Michael Wachter conducted 
most of the hearings which lasted 
12 hours. The following is summary 


of the findings of this hearing: 

“It developed that Rydberg was 
freed from military service because 
of agoraphobia (a morbid fear of 
being in an open space) in 1948. 
Both men have not got any real 
training for any trade. Rydberg ap¬ 
peared to be the leader. He is more 
talkative than Gustavsson. Rydberg 
makes a nervous impression. He 
shifts his position according to what 
he deems to be most favorable to 
support his trustworthiness. He 
seems somewhat afraid and tries to 
guard himself. When he gets press¬ 
ed, his constant resort is to refer to 
his experience and state that he can¬ 
not help that he has experienced it. 

“That the scuffle or fight was kept 
secret for some time the investiga¬ 
tors find peculiar (sic). His state¬ 
ments lack stringency, they are dif¬ 
fuse, sometimes directly unreason¬ 
able or also proven incorrect. He ex¬ 
ploits to a certain extent his situa¬ 
tion, aiming at the fact that he has 
voluntarily put himself at the dis¬ 
posal of the cross-examiners and he 
seems also to utilize the delicate po¬ 
sition of the examiners with regard 
to the interest of the press and other 
circles in the matter. 

“Gustavsson is not so talkative,” 
says Dr. Wachter. “He often replies 
as if he rattles off a lesson. He refers 
to what he has said earlier and does 
not intend to say anything else 
Somebody might have told Gustavs¬ 
son to stick to his story and not to 
deviate a bit from it. Gustavsson is 
a fit victim for suggestive influence 
As to Rydberg, it is not unreasonable 
to hold that the spiritualistic inter¬ 
ests of his mother might have given 
him considerable impulses toward 
his world of conceptions. 

“Summing up: The credibility of 
both men ought to be strongly put in 
question. They are to be deemed as 
possessing a lesser reliability. Both 
seem to be convinced of the truth of 


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“LITTLE CREATURES" 


their experiences. The possibility 
that the issue here is of a direct in¬ 
vention cannot be excluded. Most 
probably is that Rydberg is a vic¬ 
tim of autosuggestion and that he in 
his turn has influenced Gustavsson. 
Irrespective of their subjective con¬ 
viction there are weighty reasons 
present to seriously question the 
trustworthiness of both men as wit¬ 
nesses in this matter.” (End of hear¬ 
ing summation.) 

Here we have a good indication 
that the ridicule technique is being 
understudied in Sweden now. Gus¬ 
tavsson and Rydberg, however, are 
not through. Concerning the Defense 
staff report (above) they had this 
to say: (1) The representatives of 
the defense staff were very skeptical 
and the investigation done by them 
was hum-drum, routine and non¬ 
chalant. (2) The psychologist was 
German-born and they could only 
partially understand him. (3) No 
earth specimens were taken for ex¬ 
amination at Domsten although de¬ 
fense staff men ran around the area 
with a tape measure (?!) for a cou¬ 


ple of hours—the only other equip¬ 
ment they brought with them was a 
tape recorder which was out of or¬ 
der. 

(Editor’s note: This is not the first 
instance to come to our attention in¬ 
volving a supposed “force field” 
which held a binding attraction for 
the men involved. CSI Los Angeles 
(now out of business since 1954) a 
group made up primarily of quali¬ 
fied technical people, carried an ar¬ 
ticle by an anonymous individual in 
their Winter, 1954 magazine (Vol. 1, 
No. 4). It described the close sight¬ 
ing of an object which caused the 
observer to feel “a growing desire to 
join himself to the thing.” He said 
it was somewhat like hypnosis from 
what he had observed—although he 
had never been a successful subject 
for hypnosis. This individual con¬ 
sulted a competent physicist for an 
answer to this specific mystery. The 
Doctor said that “it had long been 
recognized that sudden and great 
exposure to gamma rays had an ef¬ 
fect such as he had tried to de¬ 
scribe.") 


Family Of Seven Disappears 

(KIDNAPPED BY SAUCERS?) 


SILVER LAKE, Minn. — Dec. 29, 1958 
the seven members of the Earl Zurst fam¬ 
ily vanished without trace. And to the 600 
residents of this central Minnesota village 
the mystery of their whereabouts is as 
deep as the day they disappeared. 

The young building contractor, his wife 
and five children were last seen Dec. 29. 
Their ranch style home, built by Zurst on 
the north edge of town, was found unlock¬ 
ed a day or two later. 

The Christmas tree was still standing 
and all the household furnishings remain¬ 
ed. Utilities were not shut off. Only their 
car, some heavy clothing and possibly 
some bath linens were found to be miss¬ 
ing. 

The family’s disappearance resembles 
two similar cases, still unsolved, involving 
complete families that vanished in Oregon 
and Virginia. 


“They’re good people, and we’re all con¬ 
cerned,” Mayor Joe W. Gehlen said of 
Zurst, 80, his wife Caroline, 28, and the 
children, Sandra, 10, Susan, 8, Terry, 6, 
Douglas, 8, and Russell, 2. 

Zurst was a member of the Village 
Council for the last five years and a life¬ 
long resident here. 

Sheriff Leon Odegaard said he has 
questioned the many relatives and friends 
of the family and hasn’t turned up a clue 
to their whereabouts. 

The sheriff said Zurst had been to the 
courthouse in Glencoe a day or so before 
he disappeared. He obtained copies of 
birth certificates for the entire family, 
but gave no hint of why he wanted them. 

Deputy Sheriff Frank Lipke said there 
were no unusual withdrawals from Zurst’s 
bank account and that his balance is a- 
bout normal. 



By KENNETH ARNOLD 


The Best Saucer Book Of Them All! 


PART VI 


By popular request, FLYING SAUCERS reproduces this sen¬ 
sational book, which has been out of print for more than 
five years. Here you will read the true story that Mr. 
Arnold found impossible to tell over the air on CBS' 
"Armstrong Circle Theatre" teleshow. This is the sixth in- 
stallment. Copies of PARTS 1 thru V are still available. 

Chapter IX The Strange Foo Fighters 


/"vNE OF the most baffling mys- 
'“'teries of the second World War 
were strange aerial apparitions In 
the shape of blazing balls which 
were encountered over Truk Lagoon, 
In the skies of Japan, the West 
Rhine area of Alsace-Lorraine and 
over the Bavarian Palatinate. They 
were met by U.S. night fighter pilots 
at night, by U.S. day bomber squad¬ 
rons and by some British air pilots. 

These weird balls of fantastic and 
variable speeds, glowed from orange 
to red and white and back to orange, 
and appear to have been sighted 
first at 10 p.m. on November 23, 1944, 
by a U.S. pilot in the area north of 
Strasbourg In Alsace-Lorraine 
Three nights later they were again 
seen by a U. S. pilot flying in the 
same area. They were seen for a 
third time on the night of December 


22-23, 1994, by a U.S. pilot flying a 
mission over the same area. 

Just before the Allies overran and 
captured the secret German experi¬ 
mental stations east of the Rhine 
these balls vanished. But in no such 
station was the slightest clue dis¬ 
covered even hinting that the Nazi 
technicians had Invented and flown 
these mysterious blazing balls. 

Over Japan, Nipponese air pilots 
met the blazing balls and took them 
to be secret and mysterious aerial 
devices of the Americans or the 
Russians. On the other hand, equal¬ 
ly mystified U.S. pilots supposed that 
the balls were a curious device 
thought up by Japan as a last-ditch 
expedient to stave off mass-bomb¬ 
ing raids. 

One pilot chatting In the mess 
with others who had met the balls 


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62 


THE COMING OF THE SAUCERS 


on night flights—and had been “rib¬ 
bed” by intelligence officers who 
heard their reports—had a brain 
wave. “Let’s call the so and so’s too 
lighters,” he said. The name stuck. 
It seems to have been suggested by 
a comic strip in which one “Smokey 
Stover” said: “Yeah, if there’s foo, 
there’s fire.” Probably the slang 
word foo is a corruption of the 
French word feu, or fire. 

A foo fighter was seen from the 
ground by Harold T. Wilkins on 
November 2, 1950: 

“At 6:20 p.m. I went into the gar¬ 
den of this house at Bexleyheath, 
Kent, which stands on a low hill 
and has a commanding view of a 
region of Kent just twelve miles 
from Charing Cross in central Lon¬ 
don. I merely sought a breath of 
fresh air and was looking for noth¬ 
ing. Glancing up casually into the 
starry sky, I suddenly saw a yellow 
luminous ball appear In the south¬ 
ern quadrant of the sky. It flew 
silently, with no gas or spark-emis¬ 
sion, on a level trajectory and at 
no great velocity. It vanished into 
a belt of cumulus cloud near the 
zenith. It did not reappear. Was no 
sort of balloon, weather or cosmic. 
Was no meteor, and no sort of pyro¬ 
technic. Its altitude was about 2,500 
feet up and it shone with lunar bril¬ 
liancy.” 

Next morning the London Dally 
Telegraph reported that on the 
same night but one hoqr and forty 
minutes later people on the Herts- 
Bucks border, some twenty-five 
miles west, were mystified by a 
strange orange light flashing a- 
cross the sky and visible for some 
seconds. Some thirty miles west of 
the Herts-Bucks border is the Brit¬ 
ish Ministry of Supply’s atomic sta¬ 
tion of Harwell, Berks. 

Exactly three weeks earlier— 
October 12, 1950—a woman cycling 
from Gloucester City, England, 


reached the Barnwood suburb of the 
town when, as she told the local 
newspaper: 

“I was startled at 11:15 p.m. that 
night to see four lights, like huge 
stars, stationary over Barnwood. 
After a few moments their lights 
began to wink in and out . . . Two 
friends tell me they saw these lights 
that same night and that two of 
them moved over a hill about two 
miles away. I refuse to believe they 
were airplanes.” 

It was at 10 p.m. on November 
23, 1944, when Lieutenant Edward 
Schluter, U.S. pilot of the 415th 
Night Fighter squadron, stationed 
at Dijon, in south central France, 
took off from Dijon, on a routine pa¬ 
trol to intercept German planes 
west of the Rhine between Stras¬ 
bourg and Mannheim. As the crow 
flies he had to fly 150 miles on a 
patrol that would take him east 
over the Vosges mountains, a very 
lonely, grim and Isolated range but¬ 
tressing the westward approaches to 
the Rhine. 

Schluter Is a finely built man, the 
last word In aeronautical efficiency, 
and a very experienced night fight¬ 
er of the second World War. He is 
a native of Oshkosh, Wisconsin. 
With him, in the darkened cockpit 
of the plane, were the radar observ¬ 
er, Lieutenant Donald J. Meiers, 
and an intelligence officer, Lieuten¬ 
ant F. Ringwald. Nothing happened 
till their plane had crossed the Vos¬ 
ges and they had sighted the shin¬ 
ing waters of the Rhine, rolling 
rapidly toward Mainz. 

The sky that night was clear, with 
light clouds. Visibility was good and 
the moon was in the first quarter. 
U.S. radar stations, covering all 
U.S. pilots in that area, had not 
notified the crew of any other plane 
In the sky. Some way to the east, 
Schluter could see the white steam 
jetted from the smokestack of a 



THE COMING OF THE SAUCERS 


62 


German freight locomotive, running 
in black-out conditions, with fire¬ 
box door clamped up and blinded. 

At this time, in 1944, Germany 
stood at bay and the Allies were 
closing in on her. Some 20 miles 
north of Strasbourg, Lieutenant 
Ringwald, the U.S. intelligence offi¬ 
cer, glanced to the west and noticed 
eight or ten balls of red fire moving 
at an amazing velocity. They seem¬ 
ed to be in formation and could 
be seen clearly from the darkened 
cockpit of the U.S. night fighter. 

“Say,” said Ringwald to Schluter, 
“look over there at the bright lights 
on those hills yonder. What are 
they?” 

Schluter: “Hell, buddy, there are 
no hills over there! I should say 
they were stars. You don't need me 
to tell you that It is not easy to 
guess at the nature of lights on 
night flights. . . . Not when they are 
distant, as these are.” 

Ringwald: “Stars, d’ye say? I 
don’t reckon they are stars. Why, 
their speed is terrific!” 

Schluter: "Maybe they are just 
reflections from our own ’plane. We 
are going pretty fast.” 

Ringwald: “I am certain, abso¬ 
lutely sure, that those lights are not 
reflected from us.” 

Schluter gazed hard at the lights. 
They were now off his port wing. 
He got into radio telephone with 
one of the ground radar stations. 

“There are about ten Heinle night 
fighters around here in the sky. 
Looks as if they are chasing us and 
their speed is high. I’ll say it is!” 

U.S. radar station: “You guys 
must be nuts! Nobody is up there 
but your own plane. Ain’t seein' 
things, are you?” 

Meiers in the plane glanced at 
the radarscope. No enemy planes 
showed up on the screen! Schluter 
now maneuvered the fighter for 
action and headed toward the lights. 


They were blazing red. Suddenly 
they seemed to vanish into thin air! 
Two minutes later they reappeared 
but now a long way oft. It looked 
as if they were aware of being chas¬ 
ed. Six minutes later the balls did 
a glide, levelled out, and vanished. 

None of the occupants of the U.S. 
night fighter could make out what 
the red balls were. Schluter guessed 
they might be some German experi¬ 
mental devices like the red, green, 
blue and white and yellow rockets 
that flashed up amid the flak of 
antiaircraft batteries when a big 
enemy raid was on. 

But the bewildered night fighter 
pilots did not let this mystery spoil 
their mission. Lieutenant Schluter 
that night bombed hell out of eight 
fast German freight trains on the 
Rhine railroads. Back at the base 
at Dijon, knowing they would not 
be believed by intelligence higher- 
ups and might be charged with 
hallucinations and war neurosis, 
Schluter and his two companions 
said nothing. They made no report 
to base at Dijon. 

On November 27, 1944, another 
act in the foo fighter drama was 
staged. Lieutenant Henry Giblin, na¬ 
tive of Santa Rosa, California, was 
flying a U.S. night fighter in the 
Alsace-Lorraine region, south of 
Mannheim-am-Rhein. He had with 
him Lieutenant Walter Cleary of 
Worcester, Mass., as radar-observer. 
As they were approaching the Ger¬ 
man town of Speyer on the Rhine 
south of Mannheim, they got a 
shock. Some 1,500 feet above their 
own plane a “hell of a huge fiery 
orange light” shot across the night 
sky at an estimated speed of 250 
miles per hour. Again U.S. ground 
radar stations reported when call¬ 
ed: “No enemy machines in the vi¬ 
cinity. Only your own plane in the 
sky over there.” 

Giblin and Cleary decided to say 



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THE COMING OF THE SAUCERS 


nothing to intelligence, fearing ridi¬ 
cule from higher quarters. It Is not 
wise for a war-time flyer to take 
such a risk. Let some one else do 
the reporting! 

No other observations of queer 
things in the sky came the way of 
the U.S. 415th Night Fighter squad¬ 
ron until three days before Christ¬ 
mas, 1944. On December 22, 1944, 
Lieutenant David McFalls, of Cliff- 
side, N. C., and Lieutenant Edward 
Baker, radar observer, of Hemat, 
Calif., were flying 10.000 feet just 
south of Hagenau In the old Ger¬ 
man Rieichsland. Hagenau is 20 
miles north of Strasbourg and 16 
miles west of the Rhine. 

Here is the report of U.S. pilot 
Giblin: 

"At 0600 (six p.m.), near Hagenau, 
at 10,000 feet altitude, two very 
bright lights climbed toward us 
from the ground. They leveled off 
and stayed on the tail of our plane. 
They were huge bright orange 
lights. They stayed there for two 
minutes. On my tail all the time. 
They were under perfect control. 
Then they turned away from us, 
and the fire seemed to go out.” 

On the night of December 24, 1944, 
McFalls and Baker had another a- 
mazing experience. Here is their re¬ 
port: 

“A glowing red ball shot straight 
up to us. It suddenly changed Into 
an airplane which did a wing over! 
Then it dived and disappeared.” 

In 1947, Kenneth Ehlers, of the 
Landing Aids Experimental Station 
at Areata, California, directed a C-47 
pilot to fly to a certian location, be¬ 
cause of the appearance on his 
radarscope of what are technically 
called “discontinuities.” There ap¬ 
peared to be three signals, denoting 
that three aircraft were passing 
over the airfield at Areata. Yet, 
when the pilot reached the spot in 
the air, he saw nothing nor did his 


Instruments record any electrical re¬ 
actions. 

So far in 1944 the pilots of the 415th 
squadron had seen these weird balls 
at night and despite the ridicule of 
higher-ups and the medical and 
psychiatric skeptism, other reports 
began to be made. In the Pacific 
theater pilots began to be warned 
before starting out on missions that 
if they met strange phenomena in 
the sky they need not conclude that 
they were suffering from hysteria, 
war-induced neurosis, or hallucina¬ 
tions. Pilots talking war “shop” in 
the messes called the balls krauts, 
or kraut balls. British night fighter 
pilots thought the foo fighters were 
secret German experimental de¬ 
vices, perhaps intended to strike 
fear in a war of nerves. Some U.S. 
Intelligence officers supposed they 
were radio-controlled objects sent 
up to baffle radar, in the same way 
of the foil “window” that was drop¬ 
ped to confuse the radar watchers. 

There is the case of a U.S. bomber 
pilot of the 8th U.S. Air Force. He 
reported that he saw 15 foo fighters 
following his plane at a distance, 
with their lights winking on and 
off. A U.S. P-47 pilot saw 15 foo 
fighters by day at or near Neustadt 
in the same Rhenish area, some 40 
miles west of the Rhine and 55 miles 
northwest of Strasbourg. 

Here is his report: 

“We were flying west of Neustadt 
when a golden sphere, which shone 
with a metallic glitter, appeared, 
slowly moving through the sky. The 
sun was not far above the sky line, 
which made it difficult to say 
whether or not the sun’s rays were 
reflected from it or whether the 
glow came from within the ball it¬ 
self.” 

A second P-47 (Thunderbolt) pilot 
also saw the same or another "gold¬ 
en, or phosphorescent, ball which 
appeared to be about four or five 


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THE COMING OF THE SAUCERS 


feet in diameter flying 2,000 feet 
up.” 

By this time the higher-ups in 
the U.S. Air Force had been forced 
to take notice of the increasing re¬ 
ports of level-headed pilot-observ¬ 
ers. It was no longer enough to wave 
these reports away with a smile and 
half-serious reference to hallucina¬ 
tion and comBat-neuroses. Nor were 
the men satisfied at the explana¬ 
tion that they were flares. Whoever 
saw a flare that behaved as did the 
foo fighters? Flares are not ma¬ 
neuverable! 

The final attempt at a brush-ofl 
came from New York, in January, 
1945, when “scientists” insulted the 
Intelligence of the men of 415th. 
The New York scientific wallahs 
said the men of the 415th and the 
8th Air Force had been seeing St. 
Elmo’s lights! It may be noted that 
St. Elmo’s lights are seen on sea 
and land in times of electrical 
meteorological conditions. They 
have been seen at the top of Pike’s 
Peak, from ships’ mast-heads, and 
from the tops of towers and spires. 
In the days of Julius Caesar there 
was one occasion when these lights 
flashed from the tops of the spears 
of his legionaries. In our own time 

the White Star Liner Germanic in 

• 

mid-Atlantic, ran into a heavy 
thunderstorm at 1 a.m. Electrical 
flames one and a half inches long 
jetted from the foremast truck and 
small balls, one-half inch to two and 
one-half inches in diameter, ran up 
and down the mast but were “tied" 
to it. 

But what possible resemblance 
could there have been between these 
weird foo fighters, under intelligent 
control, and St. Elmo’s lights? 

In 1945 the foo fighters made their 
appearance in the seas of the Far 
East—the other side of the globe 
from the German Rhine—over Ja¬ 
pan, and over Truk Lagoon. Crews 


of U.S. B-29 bombers reported to 
intelligence that balls of fire of mys¬ 
terious types came up from below 
their cockpits over Japan, hovered 
over the tails of their bombers, 
winked their lights from red to 
orange, then back from red to white. 
It was the same thing that had hap¬ 
pened a few months before on the 
other side of the globe over the 
Rhine! Here too the weird balls were 
inoffensive—just nosey and explor¬ 
atory, albeit unnerving. 

One night a B-29 pilot rose into 
a cloud in order to shake one of 
these balls of Are. When his plane 
emerged from the cloud-bank the 
ball was still following behind him! 
He said it looked to be about three 
and one-half feet wide and glowed 
with a strange red phosphorescence. 
It was spherical, with not one sign 
of any mechanical appendage such 
as wings, fins, or fuselage. It follow¬ 
ed his bomber for five or six miles 
and he lost sight of it as the dawn 
light rose over Mount Fujiyama, 
some 60 miles southerly of Tokyo. 
Here it seemed to vanish into thin 
air! 

The B-29’s found that even at top 
speed they could not outdistance 
these balls of fire. Some 12,000 feet 
up over Truk Lagoon in the Caroline 
archipelago, a pilot of a B-24 Libera¬ 
tor was startled by the sudden ap¬ 
pearance of two glowing red lights 
that shot up from below and for 75 
minutes followed on his tail. One 
flaming ball turned back while the 
other still dogged his bomber. It 
maneuvered in such a way as to sug¬ 
gest intelligent direction from some 
remote control. It came abreast of 
the Liberator, then it shot ahead, 
and for 1,500 yards held the lead. 
After that it fell behind. Its speed 
was immensely variable. 

As dawn came, the strange ball 
climbed some 16,000 feet above him 


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THE COMING OF THE SAUCERS 


into the sunshine. In the night 
hours the pilot noticed changes in 
the colors of the ball, which were 
precisely what had been seen over 
the Rhine, in 1944. It was Just a 
sphere with no appendages. 

The pilot radioed to base and had 
the reply: "No; no enemy planes 
are near you. Your own bomber is 
the only one up there, as the radar- 
scope shows.” 

Now while the foo fighters were 
making their appearance In the Far 
Eastern theater, they were, at about 
the same time In January, 1945, a- 
gain sighted by pilots of the U.S. 
415th Night Fighter squadron. These 
pilots reported to U.S. intelligence 
at the Dijon base, that over West¬ 
ern Germany they had met the blaz¬ 
ing balls alone, in pairs, and in for¬ 
mations. One pilot said that three 
formations of these lights, red and 
white In color, followed hls plane. 
He suddenly reduced speed and ap¬ 
parently took them off guard. They 
came on with undiminished speed 
and then, to avoid any collision, al¬ 
so reduced speed and fell back, 
though still dogging him. 

From ground radar came the 
usual reply: "Nothing up there but 
your own plane!” 

On another occasion, when the 
queer formation of foo fighters got 
on thre tall of a U.S. night fighter 
of 415th squadron, the perplexed 
and exasperated pilot swung his 
, craft around and headed for them 
at top speed! As he came, the lights 
vanished into thin air. They simply 
were no longer there. 

Note what this pilot reported: 

"As I passed where they had been 
I’ll swear I felt the propeller back¬ 
wash of invisible planes!” 

Came the reply from a derisive 
ground radar station: 

“Are you fellows all loco? You 


must be crazy! You’re up there all 
alone!” 

The puzzled pilot flew on and, 
glancing back, was now startled to 
see that the balls had reappeared 
about half a mile astern of his 
plane. He thought to himself: “I’ll 
show these spook planes a trick!” 

The night was starry but, near the 
zenith, was a bank of cumulus cloud. 

He headed his plane at top speed 
right Into the mass of cloud. Then 
he throttled back and glided down 
for about 1,800 feet. He turned the 
machine around and headed back 
from the cloud the way he had en¬ 
tered It, but on a much lower level. 
Sure enough, the balls had been 
caught napping! They emerged from 
the cloud ahead but now on a course 
opposite to his own! 

It is true that, when the Allies 
overran Germany, no more foo 
fighters were seen. On the other 
hand, when secret German experi¬ 
mental stations were seized and 
their secrets examined by intelli¬ 
gence men, nothing was found blue¬ 
printing plans for blazing balls that 
can be made visible or invisible in 
the wink of an eyelid! Such a dis¬ 
covery would have been the most 
tremendous accomplishment of mid- 
twentieth-century science! It could 
not have been kept secret! 


WE WILL CONCLUDE THE 
REPUBLICATION OF THIS 
OUT-OF-PRINT SAUCER BOOK 
IN OUR NEXT ISSUE. 

GET YOUR COPY AT 
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5L»; INTELLIGENT LIFE 

On iL MOON! 

Even as this is being written, another American Moon Shot is 
scheduled. As you read this, it may have proven successful but 
what will be the information gleaned from it? Will you be told 
anything sensational about the Moon? Or will you be told the 
same nothing that has been released in the past ten years about 
the strange things astronomers have been seeing on our mysterious 
satellite? They won’t talk about it; perhaps because the subject 
has become painfully embarrassing. But the truth of the matter 
is that we've seen enough to make it imperative that we find out 
for sure! What is it the Russians learned on their close pass at 
the Moon that makes Kruschev offer the most fantastic proposal 
of all time- to quit rocket experiment FOREVER! Here, in 
this sensational article (all quite firmly documented,) are facts 
that will stun you, as they have us. If you can’t stand to have your 
preconceived notions shattered, stop reading right now. If you 
read on, prepare to tear the chapter on The Moon out of your 
astronomy textbook. 


W hat about the moon? Isn’t it a 
fact that it is a “dead” world; 
that it is completely airless; 
that it has no water, no vegetation, 
no life; that its face bears the scars 
of the impact of giant meteors which 
have left gaping craters; that its 
“days” are periods of intense heat, 
above the boiling point of water at 
Earth sea level; that its “nights” 
are periods of terrible cold almost 
at the point of absolute zero; that 
its plains are expanses of cosmic 
dust that no wind ever disturbs; that 
its "seas” are not seas at all, but 
arid plains or stretches of solidified 
lava from great prehistoric erup¬ 
tions; that its volcanoes are long 
dead? If you took a course in astron¬ 
omy in school, you know that these 
are facts that nobody questions; or 
if you read up on the subject in a 
manual of astronomy, you are fa¬ 
miliar with their voice of authority 
on the subject. If you’ve ever looked 
through a moderately large tele¬ 
scope, you have seen for yourself 


the bleak expanse of a dead world. 

Don’t fool yourself—not a word of 
it is true! Oh yes, the “craters" are 
there, and the immensely high 
mountains (much higher than 
mountains of Earth, which is con¬ 
siderably larger). And it is possible 
that the craters are the result of 
long-ago meteoric impacts; or of 
equally long-ago volcanic eruptions; 
or both. Actually, no one knows pre¬ 
cisely how these strange markings 
came about. But beyond these salient 
features of the Moon, all the rest is 
sheer theory and mistaken observa¬ 
tion and conclusion! 

There are two ways we can ob¬ 
serve the moon: We can look at it 
through a telescope, either visually 
or by photography. Usually we get 
best results from photography; and 
also, eye-»viewing is tiresome and a 
strain, so much so that sometimes 
the eyes play strange tricks (or so 
say the astronomers whose eyes have 
played strange tricks on them while 
viewing the moon). We can also 


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THERE’S INTELLIGENT LIFE ON THE MOONJ 


“view” the moon by means of a 
varied assortment of gadgets, such 
as the spectroscope, which breaks 
down the moonlight and analyzes it 
to determine the elements present; 
or the infra-red thermocouple, which 
measures temperature. 

When the Big Eye, as the 200-inch 
telescope is called, was trained on 
the moon, great expectations were 
shattered. Actually, less was to be 
seen than with the smaller tele¬ 
scopes. The magnification was al¬ 
most too great—because not only 
was the surface of the moon magni¬ 
fied, but the disturbances in Earth’s 
atmosphere also, which greatly hin¬ 
dered detailed examination. The best 
instrument for viewing the moon is 
a telescope in the 24” to 30” classi¬ 
fication, such as the Schmidt. 

Examining the moon with the 
spectroscope is singularly unproduc¬ 
tive, and the results obtained are 
largely negative ones. For instance, 
examination for atmosphere shows 
100% “lack" of everything, including 
oxygen. Without oxygen, of course, 
life Is impossible. If there is an at¬ 
mosphere, say astronomers, it is 
frozen solid at "night” and when 
melting In the “daytime” is almost 
impossible to detect, although some 
astronomers have reported a sus¬ 
picion of an atmosphere detectable 
just after sunrise on the moon. 

No air? Then what is it that causes 
meteors to become incandescent be¬ 
fore they strike the surface? Oh yes, 
these plunging, flaming “shooting 
stars” have been observed repeated¬ 
ly. They pass through something that 
provides sufficient friction to heat 
them to the point of giving off vis¬ 
ible light. Not oxygen, perhaps, but 
some kind of gas. 

No air? Then what are those 
“clouds” that are sometimes visible? 
And what strange medium is it that 
“refracts” light? If not Hr or water, 


then what? 

But let’s not dally any longer— 
let’s get right down to cases and 
quotes. Let’s begin by taking up the 
subject of those meteors that are 
constantly plunking down on the un¬ 
protected moon-surface. Here’s what 
astronomer N i n i n g e r had to say 
about them: Some 70,000 meteors per 
hour should fly at Luna. With no at¬ 
mospheric blanket, they must smash 
into the surface at speeds of 40 to 
70 miles per second. As a result, the 
surface of the moon should be blast¬ 
ed and churned and pulverized into 
a blanket of dust many feet deep 
The U.S. Army agreed with him. 
They said that even the tiniest solid 
object meeting another solid object 
at speeds much less than 40 miles per 
second (as little as one tenth that 
speed) would explode like a shell 
from a cannon. A meteorite weigh¬ 
ing upwards of 10 pounds hitting the 
moon at 70 miles per second would 
stir up a ruckus as big as an atom 
bomb, and all the dust to go with it. 
Most astronomers went along with 
this view. 

Astronomer Walter Haas, of Ohio 
State University estimated a 10- 
pound meteorite would make a big 
enough explosion to show in a tele¬ 
scope. In 1941 he organized a team 
of observers to watch for flashes due 
to meteorites hitting the moon, and 
on the night of July 10, 1941, Haas 
himself saw two flashes within the 
space of five minutes. Flashes, but • 
no evidence of giant dust clouds. In 
a total observation time of 170 hours, 
his team of observers saw 12 fire¬ 
balls flash across the dark disk of 
the moon. He attached no signifi¬ 
cance to this, or if he did, chose to 
ignore any implications except the 
desired one; that what was seen was 
the flash of Impact. 

In 1946 the U.S. Signal Corps, 
which had begun to be very inter- 



THERE’S INTELLIGENT LIFE ON THE MOON! 


ested in radar soundings of space, 
decided to turn their instrument on 
the moon. Peculiarly and coinci¬ 
dentally enough, astronomer Z. Bay 
of Hungary also began to take radar 
soundings of the moon. Try as they 
might, they could not find an area 

of the moon where the dust blanket 

£ 

was more than average of 1 25th of 
an inch! 

This was something the astron¬ 
omical experts couldn’t swallow, so 
they began a study of lunar dust by 
means of the new science of polar¬ 
ization. There was no doubt about 
it—volcanic dust strewed the moon. 
Elated at their victory, they went 
too far—they turned their attention 
to Mars, Venus and every other body 
they could reach—only to find out 
that the same volcanic dust strewed 
them all with equal impartiality. 
Mercury, Vesta, tiny asteroids incap¬ 
able of having volcanoes, all showed 
volcanic dust. Back to the moon, and 
more detailed study—this time of 
the sheer walls of crater cliffs. The 
same amazing layer of volcanic 
dust, defying gravity, hanging to 
perpendicular walls as if glued there. 

Both the volcanic theory and the 
meteor theory were blasted into fic¬ 
tional category. But unfortunately 
the books had already been printed, 
so there the two theories remain, 
buried in non-existent dust. Both 
you and the books will become dust 
one day, but it won’t be moon-dust! 

The next “fact” to face attack was 
the moon’s lack of atmosphere. 
Mathematically, it is easy to prove 
that it is scientifically impossible for 
the moon to have an atmosphere be¬ 
cause lunar gravity, one-sixth that 
of Earth, is too welk to hold the 
fast-moving molecules of atmos¬ 
pheric gases, even at ordinary temp¬ 
eratures. But under the impetus of 
"daytime” 212° (Fahrenheit) read¬ 
ings, it is wholly apparent that all 


80 

the molecules have escaped into 
space. Proof of this was easy to ob¬ 
tain. Atmosphere produces clouds 
no clouds had ever been seen on the 
moon. Atmosphere refracts (bends) 
light, and when the moon passed in 
front of a star, its light was not bent 
so that it “jumped” out of place at 
the last moment. But some persis¬ 
tent observers kept watching, and 
before long, reports of refraction be¬ 
gan to come in. Came also reports of 
clouds: red, gray, white—some so 
dense they cast shadows. On some 
occasions, the crater Plato, which is 
3.000 square miles in area, is seen 
to cloud over almost entirely. Some 
of the craters near the poles are ob¬ 
served to whiten at the rims as 
though frost or snow has been de¬ 
posited on them. The fireballs seen 
by Haas and his crew, leaving long 
fiery trails behinds them as they 
crossed the dark area of the moon 
transversely, could only have been 
ignited to incandescence by friction 
with some sort of atmosphere. 

But how could the spectroscope, 
for instance, be so wrong? Recently 
this worried the Russians, and they 
put one in a Sputnik. In a spasm of 
lil-mannered humor, they directed 
the spectroscope back toward the 
Earth, and thereby gained the bitter 
hatred of many astronomer authors 
of books on interplanetary spectro¬ 
scopy—because the faithful instru¬ 
ment reported blithely that Earth s 
atmosphere showed a complete lack 
of oxygen, thereby making it in¬ 
capable of supporting human life 
You and I (and the astronomers) 
were spectroscoped right out of ex¬ 
istence. If the Martians look at us 
through their spectroscopes, they 
are complacently aware that we do 
not exist. Those few lichens that 
cling to our bleak surface can never 
pose a threat to their existence. 

Some inquiring persons, thus find- 


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THERE'S INTELLIGENT LIFE ON THE MOON! 


ing questionable features in spec¬ 
troscopy, began also to question pol¬ 
arization. Could it be that the stud¬ 
ies showed universal volcanic dust 
on all interplanetary bodies because 
what was being studied was merely 
volcanic dust in Earth's own atmos¬ 
phere, which intervened, and which 
Is always present to a greater or less¬ 
er degree? It could be, and it was! 
None of the polarizers could prove 
otherwise. 

Back to their telescopes went the 
observers, and back came the eye- 
strain. Once more things began to 
be seen that were not explainable 
except as eye-strain. To go back 
and list some of the older cases of 
eye-strain, let's begin with Gruit-, 
huisen. 130 years ago he noted some 
weird markings just north of crater 
Schroeter. They were curious forma¬ 
tions of criss-cross lines and squares 
that bore a startling resemblance to 
today’s long-range aerial photos of 
city blocks and streets. Gruitheisen 
was branded a crackpot for calling 
his discovery a city, but the non¬ 
crackpots could not offer a better 
explanation, although when they 
looked where he pointed, they saw 
the markings precisely as he had. 

This wasn’t the first ‘'city” to be 
discovered. There are large ones in 
the craters named Plato and Gas¬ 
sendi. Later, Gruithuisen's “city” 
seemed to be growing. Several new 
“blocks” and “streets” were added, 
and the streets lengthened. If this 
was a city, there was new construc¬ 
tion going on. Nininger found what f 
appeared to be a glassed-lined tun¬ 
nel 20 miles long connecting craters 
Pickering and Messier. He theorized 
this was caused by a glancing 
meteorite, although the debris that 
should be scattered about is not ob¬ 
servable. As we have previously seen, 
even if the debris was pulverized in¬ 
to dust, it still is not there. 


In December, 1915, crater Arist¬ 
archus suddenly developed a long 
black wall that ran from its center 
to one rim. In 1922 three long 
“mounds” showed up on the floor of 
crater Archimedes. Three more, ar¬ 
ranged in the form of a triangle, ap¬ 
peared shortly after, and were seen 
to be connected by low walls. The 
French reported a long curving wall, 
and another with arches that re¬ 
sembled those of a viaduct. 

Near crater Birt is a queer up¬ 
thrust formation that looks like a 
sword—or the spire of a cathedral. 
But the oddest of all formations, a 
crater named Linne, got its reputa¬ 
tion for oddity about 80 years ago. 

Up to then, it had been a small black 
crater on the vast expanse of Mare 
Serenitatis. But one night, astrono¬ 
mer Schmidt, in Athens, happened 
to be looking at it when it changed 
from a black cone to a white pyra¬ 
mid edged with black. Then it dis¬ 
appeared completely. A few nights 
later that area was as empty of a 
crater cone as if it had never exist¬ 
ed. Astronomers the world over were 
amazed. They were even more a- 
mazed when Linne suddenly reap¬ 
peared. Finally it disappeared, and 
remained away so long that lunar 
maps were changed, leaving it off. 
To drive the map-makers crazy, it 
reappeared after the maps were 
printed. Then, during an eclipse, it 
blazed out like a lighthouse. An¬ 
other time, when its area was in the 
dark portion of the moon, a white 
spot was seen-slowly climbing up its 
slope. The last antic of Linne has 
been to turn into a large gray spot 
that changes shape and size. What 
it will be when you read this is any¬ 
body’s guess. 

But Linne wasn’t the only disap¬ 
pearing crater. Early in the nine¬ 
teenth century, Schroeter was study¬ 
ing the moon’s wobble by the ad- 





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THERE’S INTELLIGENT LIFE ON THE MOONl 


vance and retreat of the sunlit rim. 
For a reference point from which to 
measure, he used the 23-mile crater 
Alhazen in Mare Crisium because it 
was near the northeast rim and 
stood out prominently. 

About six years ago British as¬ 
tronomer H. P. Wilkins was hard at 
work on his magnificent eight-feat 
map of the lunar surface. Checking 
on Alhazen, he discovered to his 
amazement that it wasn’t there any 
more. Where it had been was just 
vacant space. Wilkins, decided that 
Alhazen had followed the example 
of Llnne and changed its color, but 
this time a color that merged exactly 
with its surroundings. It was still 
there, reasoned Wilkins, just not 
visible. But search as he might, he 
could not find any evidence of its 
shadow, which could not have 
changed its color. 

In May, 1877, Klein saw a large 
and conspicuous object in the crater 
Hyginus. It hadn’t been seen by 
anybody before, but it could not be 
missed now. It was named Hyginus 
N, and shortly thereafter it disap¬ 
peared as though it had never been. 
A year later it popped up again. It 
vanished, came back again, vanish¬ 
ed a final time. In its place is a big 
black gash. 

Proclus changes from dusky gray 
to pure white with brilliant streaks. 
In Eratosthenes, large spots change 
size and shape from one night to the 
next. Other spots appear near the 
center of Ptolemy. Spots in Plato, 
Aristarchus, Schickard, Hyginus and 
others go through a regular sche- 
dul of changes. A large dark patch 
east of Aristarchus can be seen with 
the naked eye. Photographed in blue, 
Infra-red or ultra-violet light it be¬ 
comes coal black. Photographed by 
yellow light it disappears complete¬ 
ly- 

Astronomer Walter Haas thinks 


the patches are radioactivity areas. 

To prove his point, he set another 
team of observers to work during 
the eclipse of August 26,1942, During 
the eclipse, two dark patches popped 
up in Atlas and remained for four 
hours after the eclipse. A cloud on 
Conon got smaller; and not to be 
outdone, Lirine shrank in size while 
brightening considerably. Firmicus 
and Webb darkened, but spots in 
Grimaldi got into the act by one of 
them darkening- while the other 
brightened. Pico and Ricciolo sport¬ 
ed their own parade of changing 
features. During the eclipse of 1949, 
Aristarchus went crazy with moving 
spots, glowing lights, and assorted 
antics. Haas turned a thermocouple 
on craters Grimaldi and Eratos¬ 
thenes during the 1949 eclipse and 
found that whereas the darkness 
temperature has been measured at 
250’ below zero, the patches in these 
two craters were very much warmer. 

Radioactivity, said he. Volcanoes 
said others. But when Dicke and 
Beringer took lunar temperatures 
with a radio device, they didn’t agree 
with thermocouple readings at all. 
Now nobody knows what is hotter or 
colder or why. The argument seems 
destined to go on until one of our 
rockets reaches the moon to take 
on-the-spot readings. 

Black blotches on the moon seem 
to flit about with no rhyme or reason. 
Shadows are supposed to be cast by 
objects, yet in Plinius and Coperni¬ 
cus (on the same night) a whole 
group of black blotches appeared. A 
few weeks later a huge blot perched 
atop* the rampart of Gassendi, above 
one of the “city” formations, stayed 
for a few nights, then went away. A 
similar black blot, but this one sur¬ 
rounded with a halo of brilliant 
white, appeared in Plinius. In Octo¬ 
ber, 1916, a red-tinted shadow swept 
across Plato. Similar red shadows 


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THERE’S INTELLIGENT LIFE ON THE MOON! 


hovered over Hercules and Gassendi 
on different occasions. Two British 
astronomers on an expedition in 
New Zealand saw “a large part of 
the moon covered with a -dark sha¬ 
dow equalling the shadow of the 
Earth during an eclipse.’’ but there 
was no eclipse. Something huge had 
to cast that shadow, but what could 
it have been? Certainly not that of 
any known body. Dr. F. B. Harris, 
on January 27,^1912, saw “an In¬ 
tensely black object about 50 miles 
by 250 miles in size, which resembled 
a crow poised, as near as anything’’ 

Lights keep winking at us from 
the moon. Such as the extremely 
bright triangles that appeared on 
the moon’s lower limb, then vanish¬ 
ed, only to be replaced three min¬ 
utes later by two vast black triangles 
obscuring almost a fourth of the 
lunar surface. They looked like 
slices of pie notched out of the edge 
of Mother’s Best by impatient little 
boys. The triangles crept toward 
each other, and finally merged. 
Then they vanished. Professor John 
Haywood has seen the whole dark 
disk of the moon glowing with a 
weird misty light. Reverend Rankin 
and Professor Chevalier saw a dizzy 
kaleidoscope of lights swirling amid 
the shadows. 

Almost 200 years ago Sir John 
Herschel reported a dozen or so very 
bright lights on the moon during 
eclipses. He was puzzled, however, 
because some of them were above 
the surface. For more than 100 
years a bright light has been seen in 
Aristarchus and at the eastern base 
of the lunar Alps. One 4th of July 
the whole plain of Mare Crisium 
celebrated with a spectacle of dots 
and streaks of light. Messier sports 
two bright lines separated by a very 
dark band dotted with luminous 
points. Long lines of light like lum¬ 
inous cable is seen In Eudoxus and 


Aristarchus, together with moving 
lights. 

Plato is a great show-off with 
strings of moving lights, occasional¬ 
ly varied with a triangle of light. In 
1869 thirty bright lights broke out 
on its floor all at once and went into 
a routine. They sorted themselves 
into groups. One group would blaze 
up brightly, while another darkened. 
It was as if someone were operating 
a signal keyboard of some kind. The 
Royal Society observed the pheno¬ 
menon until April, 1871, and record¬ 
ed 1600 observations and drew 37 
graphs of the light fluctuations in 
the hope of establishing some sort 
of pattern. They talked of “Intelli¬ 
gent attempts to signal Earth”. 

During eclipses shafts and horns 
of light are seen shining out from 
the moon. Squadrons of light and 
dark bodies seem to maneuver in the 
lunar sky. On November 16, 1910, 
during an eclipse, a bright light 
shone on the moon, and two widely 
separated observatories saw a ball 
of light shoot out from the moon. 

C. Stanley Ogilvy of Trinity Col¬ 
lege admits these lights exist, but 
attributes them to tiny uncharted 
asteroids passing in front of the 
moon. Astronomer Walter Haas has 
stated that noted astronomers have 
seen things on the moon which they 
refuse to report, or even to discuss 

More lately. Mount Piton, In 
northern Mare Imbrlum, has begun 
to light up, and even send up bea¬ 
con-like beams. 

March 19, 1848 wa3 to have been 
a night for a lunar eclipse. It never 
came off. Instead, the moon turned 
blood red, then it got three times as 
bright as normal. Astronomer Wal- 
key didn’t know what to make of it. 
He offered no apology, however. Not 
to be outdone, Scott’s Antarctic Ex¬ 
pedition kept a scientific rendez¬ 
vous with a lunar eclipse in 1903. 



THERE’S INTELLIGENT LIFE ON THE MOON! 


Nothing whatever happened. On 
April 28, 1930, the moon was due to 
eclipse the sun. The astronomers 
had predicted a band of shadow one- 
half mile wide. Instead, it was five 
miles wide. Dr. Jeffers of Lick Ob¬ 
servatory, betraying a note of hys¬ 
teria, issued a public statement that 
this did not necessarily mean the 
moon was closer to Earth than It 
was supposed to be. 

In the line of intelligent com¬ 
munications, about ten years ago a 
group of white spots appeared on 
the floor of crater Littrow in the 
form of the Greek letter Gamma. 
Eratosthenes followed this up with 
a gigantic structure in the shape of 
an X. Not to be outdone, Plinius 
evolved a completely baffling figure 
not remotely related to any letter or 
script. As if to rebuff these crude 
literary attempts, the Royal As¬ 
tronomical Society failed even to 
list the Moon in Its index of sub¬ 
jects in its Monthly Notices. Most of 
the other long-hair magazines have 
Ignored the Moon in much the same 
manner In recent years. 

Just a few years ago, a giant 
bridge in Mare Crisium was report¬ 
ed. It looked "artificial”; but wheth¬ 
er it was or not, it hadn’t been there 
previously. Major Keyhoe used it in 
his broadcast over the Armstrong 
Circle Theatre, where he was vic¬ 
timized by an Army-rigged attempt 
to discredit flying saucers. One of 
the Army stooges, Donald Menzel, 
who professes to be an astronomer, 
flatly stated the bridge report was a 
falsehood, and produced pictures of 
Mare Crisium to prove it. But Dr. 
Percy H. Wilkins, one of Britain’s 
top astronomers, has this to say: 
The bridge is there, and it appears 
almost like an engineering Job.” Dr. 
James C. Bartlett, American astron- 
omer, and Patrick Moore have also 
seen it and so stated. 


While speaking of this bridge, Dr 
Wilkins revealed that there is a new 
phenomenon on the moon which is 
popularly termed "the bowler hat” 
No such objects were visible on the 
Moon 200 years ago, while a dozen 
or so were observed between 1860 
and 1879. Now, however, there are 
more than two hundred. Wilkins is 
supported in this by Tulane Univer¬ 
sity. These domes, most of them, are 
older than the bridge, which appear¬ 
ed in 1953. 

Peculiarly enough, Lunar-probing 
scientists today are planning plastic 
“shelters” to erect when they final¬ 
ly reach the moon, and although 
they exist only on paper as yet, if 
one were to be erected on the moon, 
and some astronomer had his tele¬ 
scope trained upon that area, he 
might add another “bowler hat” to 
the number already reported. 

Back in 1946 or thereabouts, the 
Army made a frightful mistake in 
Issuing a graph of a radar signal 
bounced off the Moon which show¬ 
ed the moon to be only 120.000 miles 
away. It was retracted and replaced 
by a corrected graph in the after¬ 
noon papers, but one cannot help 
wondering how such an erroneous 
graph came to be drawn up in the 
first place. The whole radar “bounce 
off the Moon” had been so meti¬ 
culously carried out, as is the 
Army's wont. But back in the last 
century, there were astronomers 
who calaulated that the Moon might 
not be where we think it is at all. 
Some even said 70,000 miles away. 

The whole question of the dis¬ 
tance of the Moon is another of 
those instrumental calculations 
those mathematical - geometrical 
estimations which give us the value 
of "x”. Geometrically speaking, if 
we know two angles of a triangle 
and one side, we can calculate the 
other two sides. So, measuring a dis- 



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THERE’S INTELLIGENT LIFE ON THE MOON! 


tance on the Earth, sighting at the 
Moon from a point on each end of 
this distance, two known angles are 
determined. Presto, you have the 
distance to the moon, as represented 
by the two unmeasured sides, which 
can now be calculated by any high 
school student. It comes out ap¬ 
proximately 240,000 miles away. The 
ancient Greeks figured it as 235,000 
miles away, using the same system, 
so it hasn’t changed in 4000 years. 
But those astronomers who so avidly 
seized upon refraction to prove the 
absence of atmosphere on the Moon, 
refused Jo take it into consideration 
when measuring the Moon’s dis¬ 
tance from Earth. They chose to 
ignore the very significant refrac¬ 
tion index of the Earth's atmos¬ 
phere, and blithely assumed that the 
light rays coming from the Moon 
traveled in a perfectly straight line 
all the way from Moon to Earth. 
Actually they must be bent severely 
upon striking the atmosphere and 
swerve sharply inward, thus giving 
very incorrect values for the angles 
we use in finding our “x” distances. 
Either atmosphere does not refract 
light (and astronomers Insist it 
does) or the Moon is nowhere near 
as far away as they have calculated 
it to be. 

The world today is agog over the 
tremendous achievement in rocket 
power the Russians have developed. 
In order to shoot an entire rocket 
past the moon and into orbit around 
the sun, they must have motors of 
tremendous power, in the million 
pound thrust range. That is, if the 
Moon actually is 240,000 miles away. 
But if it’s only 120,000, then their 
rockets are the same as ours. And if 
the Russians know that they are the 


same as ours, then the Russians 
must also know, perforce, that the 
Moon is nearer than Americans 
think. Knowing would make hitting 
the target as closely as they have 
possible. Not knowing it would make 
our rockets miss as far as they have. 

On November 12, 1958, Russian as¬ 
tronomer Nikolai Kozyrev announc¬ 
ed that he had seen a volcanic erup¬ 
tion on the Moon on November 3. 
He made his observation from the 
Crimea with a 50" telescope (mir¬ 
ror). He noted a reddish outline a- 
round the Alfons crater, and obtain¬ 
ed an unusual photograph of the 
center peak of this crater. The pro¬ 
cess started with ejection of volcanic 
ash, causing a reddish outline a- 
round the volcano, followed by the 
normal eruption of gases. About 20 
pictures were taken over a three- 
week period. 

On November 19, British astrono¬ 
mer Wilkins got a look at the erup¬ 
tion through a 15 telescope and 
confirmed the existence of the red¬ 
dish patch, which he said was about 
V/ 2 miles across, slightly south of 
the central peak of Alphonsus cra¬ 
ter. “It’s revolutionary," said Wil¬ 
kins. 

And there you have it. The Moon 
is not the dead world we’ve been 
taught to believe it is. It’s very much 
alive, and if we can believe our eyes, 
it is inhabited. The very next Moon 
rocket may confirm what many as¬ 
tronomers already privately believe. 
If you are lucky enough to have a 
moderate sized telescope available, 
you can become convinced yourself 
after a period of concentrated ob¬ 
servation. 

There’s SOMEBODY on the Moon I 

THE END 


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On Feb. 10th between three and 
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RFD #1 Box 243 
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I would like any reports or pictures 
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227 Bocklus St. 
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From: 

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Route 1, Box 1102 
Grants Pass, Oregon 

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I would like to correspond with 

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Box 185 
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Wanted: Photos, pictures, newspaper 
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12 W. Franklin St., 

. Richmond 20, Va. 

After June 1959: 

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Saucers Speak”, "Secret Places Of 
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704 Ashbury St. 
San Francisco 17, Calif. 
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Chicago 44, Illinois 

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254 Marquette 
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R R. 1, 
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135 N. Platte, 
Fremont, Nebr. 


I SAW A FLYING SAUCER 


(Concluded from page 18) 


were seen with the naked eye, and 
the time of the observation was 7:50 
p.m. 

The next time I saw Ronald was 
five days later, Friday, Oct. 3. The 
seeing was pretty good that night 
and we noticed a number of jets 
scattered about in the sky ... as 
usual! 

“Hey! Look Ronald! Look!” I yell¬ 
ed. 

He looked and saw the objects— 
five of them—flying along in close 
formation. “Well I’ll be darned” he 
exclaimed. “They DO exist!” 

The description of this sighting 
tallies with the first sighting (Sept 
28) in regard to color and direction 
of flight but they were fewer in 
number, sighted at a 30‘ angle of 
elevation, and were only about an 
inch in diameter (undoubtedly due 
to the fact that they were further 
away and higher up). And the time 
of the sighting was precisely at 7:50 
p.m., the same time as listed with 
the previous Saucer sighting. 

Friday, Oct. 17, in the afternoon, 
the skies were loaded with jets. 

First, one jet circled overhead. 


Then it was joined by another, and 
another, until there were four plane* 
in all. Then they cut straight across 
the sky in an eastward direction and 
proceeded in that direction until 
they were out of sight. 

From then on I was out in the 
backyard, on and off till 9:30. I had 
Just stepped out the back door for 
another look at the skies when 
something bright flashed over in the 
northwest section of the sky. at a 
45‘ angle of elevation, and disap¬ 
peared swiftly from view beyond 
some towering elms nearby. The 
sighting was so brief (only 1V 2 sec¬ 
onds), that there’s no need in try¬ 
ing to describe it further except to 
say that it was bright yellow and 
rather large. A football game was 
in progress at the time at the high 
school stadium across the street but 
whether anyone there saw the ob¬ 
ject or not, I don’t know. It would 
seem very unlikely, though, what 
with the glare of the floodlights and 
the distraction of the game. 

Bernard Chartler 
23 Oxford Avenue 
Green Bay, Wisconsin 



LETTERS 



Dear Mr. Palmer: 

I arti sure you would want the readers 
of Americas best saucer magazine to 
hear the answer to Dr. Leon Davidson’s 

fssue 6 ° n AdamSk in the February 1959 


Up to now Adamski’s critics have ac¬ 
cused him of hoaxing people and now Dr. 
Davidson gives his expose a new twist. 
This time it is Adamski who has been 
hoaxed. As a private investigator, who 
has spent nearly five years investigating 
the claims of Mr. Adamski. 1 can tell you 
that there is no truth whatsoever in what 
Dr. Davidson said in his article. I intend 
to prove this in my forthcoming book to 
be published in England, how people like 
Dr. Davidson, James Moseley, Lonzo Dove, 
and others speak in ignorance when they 

try so very hard to deceive and confuse 
the people. 

What Dr. Davidson and most people do 
not know is that the fact that the Adam- 
ski story is the only “contact” story sup¬ 
ported by the records of Air Force Intelli¬ 
gence. Project Bluebook, ATIC, has given 
me exclusively information that confirms 
Mr. Adamski’s claims. You recall that in 
his book Mr. Adamski said that Air Force 
pilots were witnesses to his contact on 
November 20, 1952 near Desert Center. 

V~,l? rn,a- 1 have confirmation from 
ATIC that they received a UFO report 
supporting what Mr. Adamski has claim- 
ed. This and much more will go into my 
book, AIR FORCE EVIDENCE CON¬ 
FIRMS ADAMSKI STORY. This sup¬ 
plied to me by the FBI, high-ranking offi¬ 
cers at the Pentagon, such world-famous 
scientists as Dr. Robert S. Richardson 
and his testimony in support of Adamski 
and Dr. Harlow Shapley, Frank Scully, 
Major Donald E. Keyhoe, Frank Edwards, 
and many others who have given me in¬ 
formation exclusively. In Seattle I have 
met and interviewed Mr. Adamski and 
Major Keyhoe. I might say the reason I 
got my exclusive information from ATIC 
was that the information was given to me 
for a report for the SATURDAY EVE¬ 
NING POST. Later the editor got cold 
feet and decided the information was too 
controversial and that the public wasn't 
ready for such amazing information yet. 
However, I still have my report on Adam- 


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ski from the Air Force that will 
my book. 


go into 


--- vuai. tue ui a mi 

have »>ecn behind the hoax to convin, 
Adamski that he had gone for a ride 
a space ship and met people from oth« 
la completely ridiculous. Back i 

3 t i 1 M C1A tned 10 silence Mr. Adan 
ski and Mr. Albert K. Bender. Bender w £ 

not the only one who was paid a visit fc 

the three men, on December 17, 19c 

three government agents went to M 

Adamski s home and warned him to qui< 

down and threatened to send him to pr 

son. He was told that a warrant for hi 

arrest had been signed by the Attornej 

General of the United States and was o 

the way to California. The three men wh 

visited him were from the FBI, Air Fore 

Intelligence, and the Central Intelligenc 

Agency. It was the CIA man who mad 

the threats according to what Mr. Adair 

ski told me in my exclusive interview wit 

him here in Seattle on August 22, 1951 

The plot against Adamski didn’t work b* 

cause unlike Bender he went to his al 

torney for advice and he was advised t 

f° a . head a " d continue to fight to get th 

threntw the P e °P le on saucers despit 
threats from the government about bein 

arrested and going to prison. Thus, thi 


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should prove to you that the fact the CIA 
tried to silence him that the claims of Dr. 
Davidson have no truth behind them 
whatsoever. It is even possible that Dr. 
Davidson is a secret agent of the CIA 
himself whose sole purpose is to confuse 
people so they won’t learn the truth. 

As for Captain Edward J. Ruppelt, you 
are correct in calling him a liar. I also 
have evidence on file to prove this. 1 wrote 
Captain Ruppelt and asked why he failed 
to put in his book the information con¬ 
firmed to me by ATIC supporting Adam- 
ski. Captain Ruppelt wrote back and said 
he disagreed with the Air Force and that 
there was no such report as confirmed 
to me by ATIC. Another place in the book 
where Ruppelt lied was his claim that 
the Navy XF5U was never flown. I have 
a letter from the Naval Air Test Center 
at Patuxent River, Maryland confirming 
to me that the plane was flown. 

Keep up the good work with your maga¬ 
zine. 1 have recommended it in my book 
as America’s best saucer magazine. 1 have 
the complete set except for issue of Febru¬ 
ary, 1968. i do wish you would consider 
reprinting this magazine issue, for 1 am 
sure there are many like myself who 
would like to get this back issue which 
has become so scarce. 

Richard Ogden 
1233 Ninth Ave. West 
Seattle 99, Wash. 

You certainly have had many sources 
of information, and you hardly leave ub 
anything to Bay. So we'll present your 
letter and let it go at that . This should 
prove that there are many aides to the 
flying saucer argument. 

Dear Ray: 

1 refer you to the February, 1959 issue 
of FLYING SAUCERS. Use of my letter 
to FATE magazine to back up your ridi¬ 
culous claim of a “gigantic Russian sput¬ 
nik, orbiting secretly at 22,000 miles alti¬ 
tude.” The object I saw appeared to be 
clearly within the atmosphere of earth. 1 
am not so incompetent as to not be able 
to distinguish between something at 22,- 
000 miles and 5,000 feet. 

As for the jets getting “radar fixes” on 
the “object”, that is so much balderdash. 
The only radar equipment even theoreti¬ 
cally capable of tracking an object at such 
an altitude is at Cambridge, Massachu¬ 
setts. It is, I understand, an extremely 
large unit. If similar units could be made 
airborne, the only plane capable of carry¬ 
ing it would be one of the huge Navy 


Super-Constellation type. The so-called 
(ironically) “flying saucer”. It certainly 
would not be capable of being mounted in 
a small jet fighter. 

Again mentioning my sighting, please 
note that the object I saw was red, a 
brilliant red. It was not quite as r^d, nor 
as bright, as Mars during the close op¬ 
position of 6 September 1956. 

For your information, a satellite in or¬ 
bit at 20,000 miles altitude would make 
one orbit at the same speed as the earth 
revolves. Hence, no movement. Did you 
ever consider that perhaps you saw a 
UFO, not a non-existant sputnik. If it 
is a sputnik, why don’t the Reds announce 
it. It would make our “SCORE” Atlas 
job look sick. 

James Maney 
1007 North West 14th Street 
Oklahoma City 6, Oklahoma 
It was Cape Canaveral said there was 
a satellite orbiting at 22,000 miles, not 
ME! A8 to the orbit producing the same 
speed as the Earth's revolution (at that 
height ), you're wrong. It COULD go fast¬ 
er. What is true is that a satellite could 
to remain in a fixed position relative to 
•the Earth's surface , that is, rotate about 
the Earth at the same speed as the 
Earth's rotating speed, only at distances 
of 22,000 miles. What I referred to in my 
article as having observed, was perhaps 
the sceond or third stage of the rocket 
which launched the 22,000 mile satellite, 
which would be much lower and much 
swifter than the relative motion of the 
Earth . 

You have a point , however, that it 
might have been a UFO that 1 (and yon 
say you) saw. However, if so, it was on 
some sort of a schedule, and it was not 
at 5000 feet. I would say, based on your 
letter, that you actually saw a UFO 1/ 
you can determine the height as 5000 
feet. IV/iat / saw was so similar to Sput¬ 
nik ll's rocket as to be indistinguishable, 
except for direction and frequency of 
pulsation. 

As a matter of fact, our SCORE Atlas 
job DOES look sick . The PAYLOAD of 
the Russian moon rocket was ten times 
the weight of the Atlas PAYLOAD. When 
we refer to eight tons, we mean the whole 
rocket. The rocket of Sputnik II weighed 
more than 100 tons. Sputnik III, or Lunik, 
was larger. All the foregoing is approxi¬ 
mate, and I'll take it upon myself to deter¬ 
mine the exact figures, and present them 
next issue. But in spite of this present 
“round figure M mention of mine , be as- 



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aured that Atlas was small punkins be¬ 
side the Russian rockets. 

Don’t get the idea that 1 am trying to 
belittle the American Atlas. Everybody 
who has any concern for the lead the Rus¬ 
sians have on us in rocketry is familiar 
with the facts, not the published propa¬ 
ganda and not clearly defined facts about 
Russian and American rocket weights 
etc. 

It has always been a fact that the Rus¬ 
sians do not tell all they know. Would you 
tell so much that the American People 
were stung into all-out action? Most 
American's aren't worried about the 
Russian lead. They like it that way, and 
won t announce anything they are not act¬ 
ually caught flat-footed at. And we can’t 
prove anything, nor would we, if it put 
u; m a bad light. Our soldier rocketeers 
are quite human, and don't go around 
bragging about how far they are behind— 
instead they attempt to appear to be 
catching up and about to forge ahead. 
Nothing is further from the truth. 

It’s facts you want, and facts we’ll give 
you. Watch next issue for the details on 
Russian rocket, insofar as we can secure 
them. 

About radar fixes. We tracked the 
Lunik at 460,000 milee out. No mean 
achievement. Jet pilots can lock-on to 
other aircraft at amazing distances. 1 be¬ 
lieve the actual capabilities are a military 
secret. But lock-ons have been effected 
even on UFO. In fact, the “radar story” 
in flying saucer evidence is the most as¬ 
tounding yet, and as soon as we can get 
enough definite information, we’ll do an 
article on it. 

I don’t know how big the jets were that 
tracked that object those two nights. May¬ 
be they were the huge Navy type you 
mention ? — Rap. 


Dear Ray: 

Addressing Ervin Bobo of 2538 Univer¬ 
sity St. St. Louis 7, Mo. February issue 
1959. I wish to explode. “You’re a real 
lathered-up-cake-*>f-soap aren’t you?” Why 
in heaven’s name should Ray tell which 
side of the fence he is on? Don't you 
understand his magazine is written for 
both sides of the question? Pro and Con— 
If they find out which side he is on many 
of those opposing his stand would not 
like it! He is putting out the magazine 
and trying hard to keep himself out of 
It as much as he can, yet give you all the 
answers you need. I am ashamed of your 
hot-headed-self 1 You are the child you 
mentioned 1 


nr? Rfty 8peaka 01 U r«adily 

understood by me! You just keep read¬ 
ing and searching and you will know 
without having it handed to you on a sil¬ 
ver platter my ladl R ay hasn’t lied to 
you. You want facts without an effort, 
and things don’t always come as we 
want them to come. It took several years 
for me to understand what was meant 
by the FACTS. And the catalyst. Ray did 
not lean on, the Shaver mystery for hia 
answers, he is full of answers. When you 
know as many things as Ray Palmer does 
you can stick out your chest and strut. 
W hat you had better do is find FACT and 
soak your brain in it. It will do you good 
my dear friend. If you were printing this 
magazine you would not allow any one to 
know which side of the fence you were 
on, so don’t be foolish any more. Quit 
reading Flying Saucer magazine if you 
like, and miss out on all the FACTS being 
printed from time to time. Go on, you 
sore head, let the rest of us get far ahead 
of you! 


W hy not study the skies yourself, look 
for the space craft, learn something on 
your own? I have seen many different 
space craft, why don’t you look for them? 
The skies are filled with them these days! 
These ships do not all come from outer 
space. They come from within our at¬ 
mosphere,. from some worlds you cannot 
see with the naked eye or even with the 
aid of the telescope. Some of them come 
from the ground peoples, others come 
from the Inner-earth people. Now do you 
see why Ray did not wish to speak open¬ 
ly. See how stupid it all sounds to you, 
who never knew about these things? Or I 
am supposed to be the idiot for speaking 
aloud? When something new is sprung 
on a person or a people, they either laugh 
it off, lose their temper and kill or sneer 
and claim the person speaking is crazy. 

\\ hat we think we know and what we 
actually do know may be very little or 
next to naught! The more I learn, the 
more I realize there is to learn and just 
little knowledge I possess, compared to 
the WHOLE. None of earth-beings have a 
brain big enough to hold the WHOLE of 
knowledge. It is too much for me, I strug¬ 
gle, gasp and stumble under the burden. 
But I’ll get up and keep going to the end, 

I love it! 


Ray as to the three men in black—not 
exactly fiction—but a means of describing 
three groups all linked together. Black 
stands for darkness; darkness always 
means ignorance and untruths. They are 
not fiction at all, one might call them an 



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allegory or a symbol of the yoke of ty¬ 
ranny. These three men in black have 
ruled this earth for centuries and have 
made of it what it is today! Only those 
who are brave enough to cast off their 
yokes, have a chance of progression. 

Flying Saucers or space craft should be 
of great interest to you, Ervin Bobo and 
just because you did not like one letter 
is no reason to go haywire; use some 
common sense, go right on and enjoy the 
Flying Saucers, believe me I do! Nothing 
can give as big a thrill as seeing them 
soaring across the skies, silently, swiftly, 
surely! How 1 wish I could ride in one! 
Remember there are positive and nega¬ 
tive in all things, so it is with the flying 
saucers. Best wishes. 

Mrs. Elizabeth Reams 
P. O. Box 167 
North Platte, Neb. 

Thanhs for defending me, Elizabeth. I 
believt it was Winston Churchill who said 
something that defended you, so it seems 
a lot of ns have facts we use in our 
searching for the truth. 

Perhaps Mr. Bobo would question Sena¬ 
tor Wiley of Wisconsin, along with Wins¬ 
ton Churchill, on those worlds within our 
atmosphere which are not visible to the 
naked eye? If Mr. Bobo doesn't want to 
look at the sky, at least he should read 
the newspapers. Sometimes they say the 
darndest things! The censors are not al¬ 
ways intelligent enough to sift out the 
FACT when somebody gives it away, be¬ 
cause they are handicapped by not know¬ 
ing what it is .— Pap. 


Dear Miss Best: 

I wonder if you are hooked up right 
by publicizing Dan Fry’s “Understand¬ 
ing”. I think that he is after the money 
(the almighty dollar). If he had such an 
experience as he states in his book why 
should the public, who usually is unsus¬ 
pecting send him any money? 

After reading his book, I wrote him. He 
answered by selling me the idea that I 
should join “Understanding”. I sent him 
$2.00 and received no receipt or acknow¬ 
ledge; but after a year, and after writing 
to him, I received a card which I am en¬ 
closing. It is no good to me. I have never 
received anything else and doubt that a 
magazine is published under the title of 
"Understanding^’. If yon want to work 
for him for nothing-, I do not, but Ray 
Palmer was very kind to publish your 


appeal. 


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We are rather surprised that Mr. Fry 
would treat you thin way. Perhaps it is 
a mistake, and he unit rectify it. Na¬ 
turally we are unable to deny anybody 
our pages on personal opinion, so we 
grant all reasonable requests for pub¬ 
licity. As for our granting of such pub¬ 
licity being taken to indicate we endorse 
Mr. Fry's experience , it does not. We only 
present Mr. Fry's experience and his 
statements about it, as evidence that is 
available. What it means is something we 
can't yet decide. — Rap. 

Dear Mr. Palmer: 

The December, 1948 Issue of Flying: 
Saucers has just been thoroughly digest¬ 
ed by this usually reticent individual, in¬ 
cluding the club news section, which in¬ 
dicated to my amazement how many new 
discussion and research groups are spring¬ 
ing up as a result of mysterious flying 
objects. • 

The impression it has made on my 
trend of thought leaves me no longer 
able to resist the temptation of speaking 
my little piece. 

It is my asumption that as these vari¬ 
ous clubs are formed, no stone will be left 
unturned in their efforts to gather re¬ 
search material from all available records 
of unidentified flying objects and mys¬ 
terious phenomena dating back to include, 
at the least, the Kenneth Arnold narration 
of his encounter on June 24, 1947 near 
Washington’s Mt. Rainier, which initiat¬ 
ed such a flurry of similar reports and 
many editorial and professional comments. 

But how will they account for the fact 
that on the same day, a motor caravan of 
approximately 200 cars, trucks and semi¬ 
trailer transport units, all painted a uni¬ 
form color and bearing the organization 
insignia of a nationally known corpora¬ 
tion, entered Washington from the south 
enroute to a conclave at Vancouver, B.C. 
and that the progress of their journey 
and routes of travel, both going and re¬ 
turning, as well as their sojourn at Van¬ 
couver, can he traced by the time and 
place elements of the reports on mysteri¬ 
ous flying objects from that section of 
the country during their pilgrimage? 

How will they account for the fact 
that eye-witnesses to that pilgrimage, if 
they only pause for a moment to recall the 
incident, can be remembered by the thou¬ 
sands? 

How will the study clubs account for 
the fact that the members of the organiza¬ 
tion on tour at that time passed out 


printed hand-bills on the streets and cried 
out over their public address systems in¬ 
viting all to observe the principle of their 
“design of balance" which in their own 
words had been “adopted to a revolution¬ 
ary movement" featuring a “2 phase cycle 
of operation capable of being projected 
to the highest plane we are capable of 
visualizing"? 

How will the research clubs account 
for the fact that those members referred 
to their caravan as “the unit of control", 
stating that they carried with them the 
“personnel and equipment" to “conduct 
impressive demonstrations throughout 
their journey" for the purpose of “bring¬ 
ing a scientific scheme of balance to the 
attention of the Pacific Northwest" while 
seven other of their caravans were on 
similar missions in various sections of 
the United States? 

How will the clubs account for the fact 
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long enough to grasp the significance of 
what has been “over their heads"? Would 
the revelation be too risky if it debunked 
the crackpot concept at the same time it 
was debunking the Flying Saucer? 

I believe I have just what the doctor 
ordered. Approx. 2600 words of fluent 
pathic humor which carries the reader 
from the construction and test periods 
through the campaign by caravans to the 
present, with only symbolical names being 
used for individuals and organization, but 
its vivid descriptions are a challenge to 
all who can add up 2 and 2 in resolving a 
relationship between the historical and 
the hysterical. 

Are you interested? 

There are strings attached to this manu¬ 
script, however, as 1 am preparing a book 
of similar narrations, but of unrelated 
subjects, (and 1 especially want this one 
included,) which I plan on having pub¬ 
lished with protected copyrights and 1 
would insist on this one being so protect¬ 
ed at time of first publication. Would pub¬ 
lication in a magazine satisfy the copy¬ 
right requirements? You are probably 
more familiar with that than I, or you 
might have some alternate suggestion. 1 
am a mercenary miser in regard to my 
material, but if something can be worked 
out to insure my rights, I am willing to 
let you scoop the others on what I firmly 
believe to be an excellent bit of interest¬ 
ing and educational literature. 

My tendencies, otherwise, are some¬ 
what similar to those of a flying saucer. 
No one knows when or where they will 
contact me next, so they have to be on 
their toes when I’m in sight. I’m not a 
permanent resident anywhere, and I move 
quickly to unknown destinations at the 
. slightest pretext. 

For the coming week or two I will be 
perched on the threshhold of the hotel 
named below. After that I couldn’t tell 
you myself. 

Of course there is the personal section 
of Flying Saucers to fall back on as a 
last resort. 

George V. Clark 
Pioneer Hotel 
King City, Calif. 

We think ALL of our readers would be 
interested in hearing more! This is the 
first we've heard of those mysterious 
caravans. By all means , tell usl l wrote 
you at the hotel, but have not yet had an 
answer. If I missed you, I trust this will 
persuade you to present us with some 
facts concerning the amazing things you 
have said. — Rap. 


Dear Mr. Palmer: 

While reading through 3ome magazines 
loaned to me by a friend (also interested 
in UFO) I came across your fine maga¬ 
zine, Flying Saucers. 

For the past several years 1 have been 
interested in unusual phenomena and I 
have purchased a great many science fact 
and fiction magazines. Your magazine is 
not sold in any of the local stores (Boon- 
ville and Evansville) that I know of. I 
would also be interested in the contents 
of your other magazine SEARCH. As of 
yet I have not seen on6. 

In the letters section of the October, 
1958 issue of F. S. in answer to a Mr. 
Leon Davidson you repeatedly mention a 
FACT you know. You also mention the 
Shaver mystery, and your opinion that 
UFO’s are neither from space nor U.S. 
gov’t. Would 1 be correct in assuming 
that your FACT is in reality a form of 
ESP? Until recently 1 myself took stories 
of ESP to be someone’s imagination. Due’ 
mainly to the FATE magazine 1 have 
become aware of the possible great know¬ 
ledge waiting to be learned in ESP. I 
do not have ESP myself at the moment 
but I would like to try to develop some. 
Any good books you could suggest on this 
subject would be greatly appreciated. 

I have begun to experiment with hyp¬ 
nosis although 1 have not yet tried to 
make any subjects Extra Sensory. As 
soon as I receive some information I have 
ordered I shall look into the possibilities 
of self hypnosis also. Any details you 
could give me in this line I would be glad 
to try in effort to learn more of the un¬ 
seen world about us. 

I would prefer you did not print this 
letter in your magazine although you may 
if you think it would be of any value. 
Thank you very much. 

(Name Withheld) 

/ print your letter because I wish to 
answer it publically. However , I delete 
your name since it might embarrass you 
if l used it considering your reluctance to 
be quoted. Which is perfectly all right, 
and within your rights and our require¬ 
ments. 

First, my FACT is not ESP, I possess 
no extraordinary powers. This FACT is 
not something I do, just something 1 
know. I found it out the hard way, and 
now it acts as a catalyst in judging in¬ 
formation that comes my way. If l tell 
what it is, then it would be possible for 
hoaxers to “fix up" their story so that I 
couldn't judge its untruth. It's like the 
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member recognizes another. Give away 
the secret, and you can no longer recog¬ 
nize the other members. That's why I 
can't even consider revealing my fact. 
Mentioning it has resulted in some fan¬ 
tastic things, some of them very humorous. 
A few things have been very valuable to 
me. It has led to me learning a few more 
facts I didn't know before , through people 
thinking they also knew my fact , and try¬ 
ing to prove it by telling what THEY 
knew. In a way , it was rather a shabby 
trick. It gained confidences which I'd 
rather not return in kind. 

The day Kenneth Arnold saw his fly¬ 
ing saucers , / KNEW he was telling the 
truth. I knew , because he COULD NOT 
HAVE BEEN LYING. My FACT backed 
him up. Even Ken has accused me of hav¬ 
ing ESP since then , but believe me, it 
isn't .— Rap. 

Dear Sir: 

I have a proposed convention that has 
been set for July 6th thru the 9th of 
1959. There is a lot of planning for such 
an event, so I am starting now. I would 
like to advertise this through your maga¬ 
zine and several other leading magazines 
throughout the nation. 

If you could spare the time, I would like 
to have you as one of the speakers at 
this convention. 

When I get ready to advertise I will 
send you a copy of the ad for your maga¬ 
zine. Would also like a list of names and 
addresses of outstanding people who are 
qualified to speak on this subject. 

M. Allen Hawes 
6329 47th Ave.,' No. 

Minneapolis 27, Minn. 

We'll be glad to advertise your pro¬ 
posed convention. As for being a speaker, 
• perhaps the lateness of this very issue of 
FLYING SAUCERS will be evidence 
enough that we find it difficult to spare 
the time , as you say. And as for recom¬ 
mending speakers, we'll just print your 
letter, and suggest that any flying saucer 
speakers who are interested should write 
you. We have no doubt this will get you 
some answers. We don't know any off¬ 
hand who would be available , although 
sometimes we get schedules which we pass 
on to our readers, after tours have been 
arranged. Best of luck in your convention. 
— Rap. 

Dear Ray: 

First I would like an explanation about 
how you refer to issue No. 33 to issue 
number NINE? Or No. 32 to issue num¬ 
ber Eight? And so on. 


And what about Search magazine. • , . 
I've heard about it but never really saw 
a copy of it. Is it still published? 

In issue number nine, “Mysterious 
Broadcast From Space Ship?” It says the 
mysterious voice spoke in English, Ger¬ 
man, Norwegian, and a musical jibberish 
he said was the language of his home 
planet. Now does it seem likely that he 
would broadcast in these languages and 
not in Russian which is one of the lead 
ing and biggest nations? 

And in his own language, who would 
understand him? Unless, that is, he has 
agents on earth, why would be broadcast 
this message to his own agents? Which 
anyway seems very unlikely that he had 
agents from his own planets there as he 
also stated, “it was getting too hot and 
he would have to take his space ship 
back.”' 

Therefore the only reason he could have 
broadcasted in his own language, is if 
he had human contacts on Earth! But 
how would he contact those certain per¬ 
sons in the first place? And why in his 
language—surely his contacts understood 
one of these languages—code? Of course 
that is rather silly. But now the whole 
broadcast is beginning to sound ridiculous. 
As to your idea of Russian origin, perhaps 
that is the answer. 

I want to congratulate you on your 
marvelous magazine and the way you 
courageously defend your statements. 

And in “The Truth About the Phoenix 
Photo.” A man that could speak that way 
is either a great American or a Commie 
covering up. And you’re certainly not a 
Commie. (Are you?) You have faults, 
but most of your writing qualities are 
to be admired. 

Gary Irwing 
54 King Ave. 

Weehawhen, N.J. 

Originally FLYING SAUCERS was a 
science fiction magazine called OTHER 
WORLDS. It was numbered each issue. 
When we changed the title (and of course 
the contents ), we had to retain the num¬ 
bering system , because it is a postal regu¬ 
lation. In order to distinguish between the 
old OTHER WORLDS issues and the new 
FLYING SAUCER issues, we decided 
finally , after a lot of confusion on the 
part of our subscribers , to add the num- 
bet “FS-9” and so on to indicate the 
number of FLYING SAUCERS issues 
published. This issue , of course, is FS- 10, 
the tenth flying saucers magazine we 
have published. 

Search is still being published, evsry 



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constitute a legacy for mankind hidden under some of the wonders of the 
world? — Was Akhnaton of Egypt later Simon Peter? — Are there hidden 
pyramids in North America? - What is the real meaning ol the Aztec Calen¬ 
dar Stone? — Is there a secret temple under the Sphinx? — Is there an ancient 
space ship buried under the Great Pyramid? — Was there a curse on Tutank- 
hamun s tomb? - Where is the Holy Grail? — Did Joseph of Arimathea go 
to Glastonbury in Britain? Was he buried there? - Did the American Indians 
guard ancient Lemurian records in Time Capsules? — Is the Holy Shroud or 
Mantle of Turin really the burial shroud of Jesus? — Where is the lost treasure 
ol the Incas and the fabulous Disc of the Sun? — What and where are the 

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other month, and we'll be glad to send a 
sample copy to anybody who'd like to 
see what it is. It's really quite fascinating, 
and if you like FLYING SAUCERS , 
you'll Like SEARCH. 

No. I'm not a Commie . I'm not a joiner 
at all, except the local Lions Club, which 
is suffering particularly this year, be¬ 
cause it's my year to be president. I'm 
supposed to be out selling light bulbs to¬ 
night, but this letter department's got to 
be whipped into shape! — Rap. 

Dear Ray: 

Regarding the February FS cover and 
the lead story, when I sent the photo of 
the model space port to be built at Giant 
Rock, 1 assumed this display had been 
seen by Van Tassel and that he knew a- 
bout it. 

I now learn that the model was con¬ 
ceived and constructed by Robert Riekert, 
133-115th St., Ozone Park 20, L.I., N.Y. 

It might do well to give him credit if 
possible. 

Gray Barker 
Box 2228 
Clarksburg, W. Va. 

Thanks , Gray. Van Tassell will be 
happy to know that he is no longer being 
given credit for something that might 
prove to be very embarrassing to him. H e 
offer our mutual apologies to Mr. Van 
Tassell for building a spaceport on his 
property without permission , and to Mr. 
Riekert for ignoring him a ’ ctely. We 
hope everybody is happy i that our 
readers are squared around .— Rap. 

Dear Ray: 

Just how serious is the stuff you write 
I'll never know, but you turn out an in¬ 
teresting mag. Your editorial policy seems 
so logical and outspoken that I feel “Fly¬ 
ing Saucers’* deserves my support, at 
least its “temporary acceptance”. 

Gray Barker is an out and out sensa¬ 
tionalist but I like his style; I like his 
“They Knew Too Much etc—” 

I like the credit given Charles Fort for 
his contribution to saucer science. I* feel 
that numerous quotes are frequently in 
order. 

What is the Shaver Mystery? I gather. 
Shaver invented Deros and that you in¬ 
vented the ‘Mystery’? Trying to tie Shav¬ 
er in with the cause of saucers impress 
me as tho you’re beginning to believe your 
own stories. 

You’re probably the dean of science 
fiction writers or editors that is, so I 
reckon you can’t help speaking in riddles 


and mystifying things up a bit. Allowing 
that mystery and sensationalism are neces¬ 
sary to sell a saucer magazine, you still 
manage to present the news of develop¬ 
ments in the saucer field. 

It would seem apparent that many 
strange and inexplicable phenomena have 
occurred for a very long time, it seem 
hardly likely that we should learn the 
secret now, especially since “science" de¬ 
nies anything out of the ordinary ever 
existing. Still there are a lot of people 
doing a lot of thinking these days, and 
just like the names contribution to radio 
they may come up with something for 
which the egg head scientists will of 
course take the credit. 

I pride myself on having a true scien¬ 
tific attitude, best described “seek the 
truth and the truth will set you free”. 
Yes, 1 know many people talk up a good 
job but fall short on delivery. Many of 
us try sincerely but being human we fail 
to see the errors In our own ways. Egg- 
headism is merely the tendency of an in¬ 
tellectual to rationalize that the birds of 
his feather are best suited to think for 
all the other birds. Maybe it would be 
better said that in spite of his superior 
intellect the egghead is still a human 
being, his thinking only a superior ra¬ 
tionalization to his glandular control. The 
output of any thinking machine is a func¬ 
tion of the input regardless of the 
quality or quantity of the thinking. Our 
schools turn out millions of people yearly 
with better educations than had Lincoln, 
Newton, or Christ, but how many compare 
with these? 

Among our great thinkers of today 
there are few who are not specialists in 
their thinking, few of whom It can be 
said have a clear perspective of man's 
many facets. 

There seems to be no thinking on man’s 
future. How long can mankind go on 
doubling its population every seventy 
years? What kind of people will look 
back on a million years of written his¬ 
tory? Present man is less fitted to sur¬ 
vive 6000 years successfully as was Cro- 
magnon — the stone age man. Taboo and 
tradition have their places in a society de¬ 
signed to endure indefinitely, yet both are 
ignored by our present civilization. As a 
people we show all the irresponsibility of 
children, all the good sense of a culture of 
bacteria, all the self control of a mental 
patient. 

We need people like Ray Palmer, Dr. 

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wards and others who aren’t afraid to 
fraternize with the lunatic fringe if a 
truth may be gleaned therefrom. 

Cecil P. Roberts 
232 N. Cherry St. 

Lancaster, Ohio 

AU those other people you mention are 
way out of my class, but thanks for link - 
mg my name with theirs / It's nice to be 
flattered once in awhile. 

It seems to me that this life is quite 
sensational, without going to sensation¬ 
alism. “Talking a thing down” seems to 
me to be apologetic. I prefer enthusiasm, 
and Id rather say that Gray Barker, and 
myself , are enthusiastic. 

No, Shaver didn’t “invent” the dero. 
Nor did I “ invent ” the Mystery. Nor am l 
beginning to believe my own stories. We 
both continue to insist that the dero are 
real, and the Mystery is real. /Is for what 
it is, we’re about to publish a book called 
“The Shaver Mystery". It will cover the 
subject thoroughly. It’s a book that has 
long been necessary, but it’s a tremendous 
job. It s not a thing that can be explain¬ 
ed in a few words. It would take ten 
books just to put down the bare outline. 
Hut if yon want it in a few words, there 
are secret underground areas inhabited 
by (mostly) degenerate people who possess 
the ancient and wonderful machines of a 
long-gone super-scientific race, which they 
use today to bedevil you and I (when 
they bother with us at all). That night¬ 
mare you had—they did it. That rainfall 
you prayed for—they sent it. All done by 
machines . 

Riddles? Is there anything else? — Rap. 
Dear Mr. Palmer: 

I have just finished reading the Febru¬ 
ary, 69 issue of Flying Saucers , in which 
you answered my letter of the December, 
’. r >8 issue, and I was not satisfied with 
some of the answers. First, what’s wrong 
with reasoning the way I did? At least 
it brings out the truth. There have been 
literally hundreds of different stories of 
contact, many of which were in your 
magazine, with space people from other 
planets and they can’t all be right, it's 
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ing I proved that either one or both are 
hoaxes. I don’t think that Mr. Adamski 
is, because of the evidences which lead 
to the probability of life on other planets. 
In the universe there is said by astron¬ 
omers to be at least 200 million planets 
(more developing) capable of supporting 
life ranging far below to far above ours. 


In my letter I was referring to the as¬ 
tronomical observatory atop Mt. Palomar. 
If it weren’t possible to take spectro- 
graphic analysis on a body in space, then 
how come the astronomers use the spectro¬ 
graph in learning about the atmospheres 
of Mars, Venus, Jupiter, etc? How do 
you explain that? Second, there WERE 
other observers of canals on Mars with 
Lowell at the same time. His entire staff 
was with him and observed them also. 
Third, I don’t blame you for being mad 
for what you were called, but you cer¬ 
tainly don’t have to call his book a hoax 
because of it. Mr. Palmer, two wrongs 
don t make a right. Fourth, a while ago 
you talked about me comparing the two 
books or persons in my letter, but you 
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at the end of your answer to my letter. 
You’ve compared Ruppelts and Keyhoe’s 
books and called them both hoaxes. So if 
I’m really guilty, so are you. Another 
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Russian Reconnaisance Satellite Aloft 
you say that the satellite weighing 12,000 
pounds and carrying a telescopic camera 
(how you found out those things I don’t 
and will never know) is in orbit at 22,000 
miles from the earth. If this were so then 
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to cross from horizon to horizon because 
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up at Cape Canaveral for 3V4 hours. If 
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hours. The government officially denied 
that these signals were coming* from a 
satellite or moon rocket, later. And by the 
way, what happened to our 400-450 pound 
sentry satellite that was to go up on Dec. 
15, 1958? In another article titled, Why 1 
Believe Adamski by Dr. Leon Davidson, 
he says many things about Adamski’s 
trips etc. being movies. How can the fly¬ 
ing saucers take off right in front of him 
(Adamski) and him take pictures of them 
if they’re movies and why would anyone 
go to such extreme cost, etc. to do such a 
hoax? Try this letter on for size, because 
I'm QUITE sure that answers it, and even 
then fully. 

Sincerely, 
R. F. D. No. 1 Box 213 
Mr. Charles W. Rosekrans 
Portsmouth 3, Virginia 
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/ believe this issue of FLYING SAU¬ 
CERS adequately covers the subject of 
spectroscopy, and how it is impossible by 
such means to determine what's on an¬ 
other planetary body. 

As for the canals of Mars, they cer¬ 
tainly exist, but whether or not they are 
canals with water in them, nobody knoujs. 

I didn’t say Key hoe's book was a hoax. 
1 said 1 suspected all books written by 
military men. RuppelVs was completely 
worthless as evidence because it cannot be 
believed. The portions l have experience 
with are known to be false by me, and 
thus there is no alternative but to ignore 
the rest of it as probably of the same 
calibre. Keyhoe’s book is largely a postu¬ 
late. He wants saucers to be interplane¬ 
tary, so he makes them come out that 
way. 

Keyhoe, however, has been despicably 
treated by the military so I'm for him 
for that reason at least . 

I find out things about Russian ad¬ 
vances because I do something real simple, 
which apparently does not occur to our 
own government—I subscribe to Russian 
magazines. They are full of propaganda, 
of course, but it doesn't take much 
intelligence to detect the propaganda. It 
is the straight news they report that is 
interesting. What do the Russians tell 
their own peoplet That should be inter¬ 
esting to us too. So, when I say a Rus¬ 
sian rocket is so and so, I read it in a 
Russian magazine. Rut when I said the 
orbit was 22,000 miles, I was quoting our 
own newspapers, who were quoting Cape 
Canaveral. I printed the clipping! Didn't 
you understand it was a clipping? What 
1 saw / consider to be the second or third 
stage of the rocket that launched the satel¬ 
lite Cape Canaveral says is in orbit at 
22,000 miles. Now you say they have re¬ 
tracted their statement. If so, it means 
nothing. They always retract statements 
made unwisely. 

Actually, a 22,000 mile orbiting satel¬ 
lite would not circle the Earth at all, but 
remain above the same surface point (a* 
far as we on the surface looking up arc 
concerned.) Thus Cape Canaveral could 
pick it up continuously, but probably pick¬ 
ed it up during its active period of 
broadcast. They don't broadcast ooiitin- 
uously, you know. 

If the government denied that these 
signals were coming from a satellite or 
moo7i rocket, then what in heaven's name 
were they coming from? Do they leave 
us dangling like thatt Such a denial may 
quiet your questioning mind, but they 


only spur mine. I get curiouser and enri- 
ouser. 

Just because we gave Dr. Davidson his 
say in FLYING SAUCERS, why do you 
jump on ME? I didn't say this elaborate 
hoax was played on Mr. Adamski. David¬ 
son did. Besides, Adamski had his first 
experience back in 1942 or earlier! Thus 
the CIA couldn't have been hi the pic¬ 
ture. AdamskVs experience is a very 
simple one, a)id can be duplicated by thou¬ 
sands of less vociferous people. It has 
nothing to do with flying saucers, except 
in a minor phase such as transportation. 
And in that respect, almost any vehicle 
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ed a flying saucer, even a 60 calibre ma¬ 
chine gun bullet. I first met Adameki's 
Venusian pilot in 1943, and at that time 
he called himself Jesus Christ. To which 
I have no objection. — Rap. 


Mr. Ray Palmer: 

Some time ago you published an article 
written by James E. Mellodew about his 
motion pictures he took of a “Flying Sau¬ 
cer’*. 

I was with him at the time, also the 
first person to see the film with him, 
when it came back, developed from East¬ 
man Kodak. 

Knowing this to be positive proof that 
Flying Saucers, are around, at least on 
sunny afternoons often wondered why 
you did not let your readers have the 
wonderful privilege of seeing the same 
film, or rather photo on your cover? 

The blue sky against the glow of the 
Flying Saucer and white clouds, with 
those planes going the opposite way would 
have been to me, a picture to treasure, 
even if 1 had to cut it out of your maga¬ 
zine. 


Miss Rosetta Ryan 
A-1X Wissakickon Apts. 

Philadelphia 44, Pa. 

It was mechanically impossible for us 
to reproduce so small an image on our 
cover. If we had tried , we would have 
lost all detail, and might even have come 
up with a blank sky with some small 
blur8 in it which would have negated Mr. 
Mellodew's whole article. 

We can say, however, that we saw the 
UFO on the film, and also the planes. It 
was there, but only as a white dot. Less 
charitable people could express their 
doubts as to what it was, and it would be 
hard to talk their doubts away. 

What is needed is a much bigger, clear¬ 
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