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Show BROADWAY AND MAIN STREET Rose Allows as How He Saw Some Flying Saucers; Claims He Wasn't in His Cups at the Time, Either By BILLY ROSE At the risk of being laughed out of court and countenance, I'd like to report that I've seen flying saucers. to It happened on a clear and moon-minus night two summers ago in Newton, Conn., on the lawn of the home belonging to Paul Osborne, the playwright. Among my tellow oglers were Paul and his wife, Director Josh Logan and his missus, and Author John Hersey and his. What s more, none of us was In his cups the night we watched the flying saucery. The show began about 10 p.m. while we were sitting outdoors, enjoying en-joying and shooting the breeze, and the Iirst thing we ( noticed were several sev-eral searchlights some miles away poking their yellow fingers into the sky. A few minutes later, three bits of celestial chinaware skittered into view, and from then until Y7T flight it looks like a hundred-foot flaming cigar. FURTHERMORE, according to Henry J., a "true" disc was actually actual-ly photographed near Wildwood, N.' J.;' another was found in the vicinity of Galveston, Texas, and stenciled on its surface was the following: MILITARY SECRET OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ANYONE DAMAGING OR REVEALING RE-VEALING D.E S C R I P T I O N OR WHEREABOUTS OF THIS MISSILE MIS-SILE IS SUBJECT TO PROSECUTION PROSECU-TION BY THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT. CALL COLLECT AT ONCE. (Then a long distance telephone number, and the address of a U.S. Air Base, and finally the words on the "saucer" in big, black letters: NON-EXPLOSIVE.) Well, f don't know what the saucers are for, but on the basis of this and other reports plus the evidence of my own bugeyes bug-eyes I'm convinced they exist and, praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, are ours. Moicotv papers please copy. I wrote a column recently about the bureaucratic blabbermouths in our nation's capital who, at the drop of a daiquiri, blurt out top military secrets to anyone who will listen. Well, I'm plenty happy to learn that at least as regards one vital weapon there are some folks in Washington who not only know their beans but can keep from spilling spill-ing them. bare face hanging out in print, I'm spilling the story now? WeU, until recently the talk about the persnickety per-snickety pancakes has been more loose than lucid according to some writers, they were manned by Martins two inches tall; according accord-ing to others, by Russians two droshkies wide. Recently, however, documentation documenta-tion has begun to replace delirium, delir-ium, and ifs becoming evident that the overgrown manhole covers cov-ers are not only real, but, despite de-spite all denials, one of the top-secret top-secret weapons of our own navy and air force. The most convincing testimony was offered April 3rd by Henry J. Taylor on a General Motors broadcast broad-cast over the ABC network. Taylor, after treking all around the country and talking to people who had seen, touched and even flown these credulity-cracking craft, made the following fol-lowing flat and unfrivolous statements state-ments about them: One type of saucer is the "true" disc, which ranges anywhere from 20 inches to 200 feet in diameter, is unmanned and generally guided by some form of remote control. The other is a jet-driven platter which carries a crew and is capable of such supersonic speeds that in midnight they Bmy jj0se skipped and scampered scam-pered above our bewildered heads. As nearly as I could judge, these whatzises were at least 200 feet in diameter and were flying at an altitude al-titude of from 3,000 to 5,000 feet. Their edges gave off a ghostly glow, very much like blue neon tubing seen through a heavy fog. WHEN THE SEARCHLIGHTS finally fi-nally cut off and the discs got lost in the stars, we put what was left of our heads together and decided that what we had witnessed must have been some kind of hush-hush military exercise. We also decided that, if we didn't want a butterfly net slipped over our heads, it would be smart to keep our lips zipped about the whole thing. How come, then, that with my |