In the early spring of 1952, shortly after I had stopped being amused
and started being amazed, a simple telephone call projected me into a
very puzzling adventure, the facts of which have never been
published.
It was a lazy Thursday afternoon in April, the 24th of the month to
be exact, that the telephone jingled.
"Mr. Corbin," a voice said, "You don't know me, but last month I had
quite an experience with a flying saucer. I've been kidded about it
from all sides and I'd like to have a serious discussion with someone
who won't laugh."
"I won't even break into a broad grin," I replied. "What's your
problem?"
"Well," he stated, "One stopped my car on the Governor Ritchie
Highway, near Glen Burnie, Maryland and..."
"Hold it chum," I broke in. "What's your name?"
"Donald Stewart," he replied. "I'm with the B. & O. Railroad."
"Can you come up here and discuss it Don?" I asked.
"I'll be tied up 'til nine o'clock tonight Mr. Corbin," he said,
"But after that I could stop in."
"It's a date Don. Be seeing you at 9:00. You know where we're
located?" I asked.
He said he did and the call was completed. It was a strange
communication to say the least and from an individual quite unknown
to me. Here was a young man professing to have had an experience
with a flying saucer, which he claimed had stopped his automobile.
This was a brand new aspect of the problem as far as I was concerned.
I had been rather comprehensive in my reading on the subject and as
far as I could determine, this was the first allegation where
something in the air had influenced something on the ground. I
thought about that for a length of time and then decided that perhaps
I might be encountering something which might cross an Air Force line
of investigation. Backed by the efficiency of my telephone, I talked
with an officer at the Baltimore Filter Center. I explained the call
I had received and the comments made and I asked him if he would like
to sit in on the interview that night. He listened calmly and said
he couldn't do this, but I was to go ahead and interrogate this Mr.
Stewart and let him have the facts later. This I agreed to do.
By now it was 5:00 p.m. and there were four hours to go. My mind
was filled with all sorts of crazy things and I realized too, that I
had promised to give the result of my interview to the Air Force.
This was the starting point of a project which I arbitrarily called
"Project Eyeful."
It was more than just a name. I developed a form sheet so as to
record my facts in an orderly manner. It listed basic information
such as name and address and telephone number, age and occupation.
It called for date and time of observation and place along with
weather conditions at the time. It asked the observer to note the
approximate length of observation and an estimate of the altitude.
The remainder of the file allowed simply for a general description of
the event. This then was "Project Eyeful" and my preparation for my
9:00 p.m. date with Mr. Donald Stewart.
The only occasion when time moves slowly is when you want it to move
swiftly and four hours or so dragged along, at a snail's pace, and a
sleepy one at that. I went home for dinner, but my appetite
was a lost cause. I concentrated on coffee and mentally reviewed the
entire history of the saucers. If Mr. Stewart's story could be
solidly substantiated, it would add appreciably to the evidence being
collected on this rapidly growing puzzle. Little did I realize the
curious turns it would take and the people it would involve. In fact
the general area of Glen Burnie, Maryland, still is a source of
interest for investigators.
The weatherman had displayed a rare sort of prophetic accuracy and
when I returned to my office around 8:00 p.m., Mother Nature was
carrying out all the expectations of the latest forecast. It was
raining heavily. Just prior to 9 o'clock, Mr. Stewart arrived. He
was a well dressed, clean cut looking young man, in his early
twenties, I judged and with a swift sure step. We went back into my
office and the interview began.
He explained to me that he was a member of a gun club in Glen Burnie
and that on Saturday evening, March 29, 1952, he had attended a
meeting of the club. A political campaign was also under way and he
was involved too with delivering some political posters in that area.
Around about 10:30 p.m. he indicated that with a young neighbor
friend, a Mr. George S. Tyler, he prepared to return to the city of
Baltimore.
The community of Glen Burnie, Maryland, is situated just a few miles
south of Baltimore City and a major road link between the two is the
multi-laned Governor Ritchie Highway. Mr. Stewart, driving his
British Ford and his passenger, Mr. Tyler, proceeded along this main
artery north toward Baltimore. Just about one mile or so out of Glen
Burnie, on a slight grade near the Governor Ritchie Raceway, these
two men observed, so they said, a strange disc-like object
proceeding slowly in a north-south direction near the highway.
"And it was when we got under this thing," he said, "that my engine
stopped and I couldn't get it going."
"Hold it," I interrupted. "Are you saying the object in the sky was
responsible for your engine failure?"
"It must have been," he replied. "A car coming in the opposite
direction was also stopped and when this thing left, both cars were
able to start up with no trouble at all."
"OK," I calmly stated, "Now start at the beginning and tell me every
detail you can think of. What brought your attention to this object
in the sky?"
"What sort of sound?" I asked him.
"A sort of whirring noise," he said, "Sort of like, well, a vacuum
cleaner."
"All right, so you looked up. Now what exactly did you see?"
"Well," he began in a very deliberate manner, "It was a disc-shaped
thing with a sort of dome on top. It was much lower than the
commercial air transports coming out of Friendship Airport."
This is the giant air terminal dedicated by President Truman in June
of 1950, to relieve congestion in Washington's National Airport.
"I would say," he continued, "It was about the size of a two-motored
transport. It hovered directly over the road, I'd judge about 200
feet. It stayed there about two minutes, then suddenly it turned
perpendicular and went south with terrific speed."
"You say your car stopped?" I injected. "Did you get the impression you
were running out of gas?"
"I'd say," he replied, "That it was the same as it you had suddenly
turned off your ignition key."
"And what about this other car?" I inquired.
"That was a yellow Pontiac convertible," said Mr. Stewart, "And it
was headed south toward Glen Burnie."
I would like to state at this point that Mr. Stewart's story,
although slightly more than just unusual, was being told in what
appeared to me to be a sincere manner. It in no way sounded
rehearsed. To say that it was to take a bizarre turn at this point
would be a gross understatement. In fact it was mildly humorous.
When I asked him if he discussed this observation with the occupants
in the Pontiac, he started into a comedy of errors.
"This is the stupid part of the situation, Mr. Corbin," he said. "I
told you I was a member of a gun club in Glen Burnie. It so happened
that I had several of my guns in the back seat of the car. While
this thing was overhead, I reached back for one of the guns and had
an impulse to take a shot at this object. As I got out of the car
with my gun, the fellow in the Pontiac was just getting out of his
car. He took one look at my gun and lost no time getting back into
his car. A young lady was with him and they rolled up the windows,
and appeared to be somewhat frightened. I stood along the roadway
watching and finally George Tyler, who was somewhat frightened by the
affair, talked me out of taking a shot. Suddenly this thing turned
on end and shot away. I looked over at the Pontiac and he was
starting his car and starting to move. I didn't even get his license
number. As a matter of fact, I was so excited I wasn't even thinking
about his license number."
The development was almost ridiculous in a way. In another
way, I could see how such a situation could exist. He was still
talking in a very sincere manner and I let him go on.
"I climbed back into my car," he continued, "And it started up right
away. Both Tyler and myself were somewhat shaken up by the whole
thing. Incidentally, the engine seemed to have a bad knock in it
which I hadn't noticed before."
"Well, you were headed home again," I stated, "What did you do about
this?"
"First of all, we stopped at a Ford Motor dealer at the edge of
Baltimore. I have a friend working there. This fellow's name is
Kenny Johnson and he examined the car and said something about some
wiring being, I believe he said, magnetized. I was able to drive it
home, however, and we started off again. We decided to call the
newspaper, the Baltimore News Post, and were somewhat relieved to
hear that several others had reported to them about an object in Glen
Burnie that night."
Actually, the News Post did make reference to this incident very
briefly in a little block item in their Sunday edition the following
day, but the story was written somewhat with tongue-in-cheek. That
was the end of his story, but it was far from being the end of the
incident. Mr. Stewart explained that when he went home he told it
to his parents and neighbors and everyone's been ridiculing him
since.
"In fact," he observed, "I wish I had never seen the thing."
"Why did you think I would be interested?" I asked.
"Well," he replied, "Since this happened, I've read numerous other
stories about saucers in the papers and I heard you mention some of
them on the air very seriously. I have been taking a lot
of razzing about this and I just thought maybe you wouldn't laugh and
perhaps get the information to the right people."
That was a reasonable explanation. I was far from being convinced,
however, and I decided to try and get him to submit perhaps to an
interrogation by the Air Force in the event they were interested.
"I'll talk to anyone you want me to at any time Mr. Corbin," he
stated."
I told him I would call him in a day or so if certain people were
interested. I sat watching him for a moment or two and then a
thought struck me.
"How's your car working now?" I asked him.
"I forgot to tell you," he said, "The car still has that bad knock in
it, but something else too, the roof has a funny look to it."
"What do you mean funny look?"
"I've got it outside Mr. Corbin," he noted, "Why don't you come on
out. I'll show you just what I mean."
I slipped on a raincoat almost before he had completed his invitation
and we started toward where he was parked. The car was an English
Ford. He started it up and sure enough, it did have a queer knock in
the engine. I am not sufficiently technically minded to understand
this sort of thing, so I made no attempt to even diagnose it.
However, there was no doubting the knock in the engine. It was there
regardless of what caused it. The roof, which seemed to be a
combination rubber-plastic matting, also seemed to be in a state of
deterioration. He insisted this had developed since his episode with
the saucer. I stood in the rain as he said good-bye and watched him
drive toward the neon-lighted jungle of the business section just a
block away.
It had been a very interesting evening. Previously, Mr. Stewart had
not been quizzed in detail and I most likely had fallen heir to many
more points in his alleged experience than had come to light. I went
back to the office and set down in writing all the statements he had
made for the initial file of "Project Eyeful", which had been born
earlier that afternoon. The next step of course was to interview
Tyler, who had been a passenger in the Stewart car. However, before
attempting to develop more information, I decided to give my friend
at the Baltimore Filter Center a call and brief him on the results of
the Stewart interview. He listened attentively, agreed that it was
hard to take and then indicated that I would hear from him in a day
or two.
There was no need to contact Tyler immediately. If the whole thing
was a fraud, they would have compared notes long before contacting
me. So I decided to sleep on the matter.
Mr. Stewart had given me Tyler's address and telephone number and
the following day I attempted to reach him. First of all, I
discovered that he was a student at Baltimore's Southern High School
and wouldn't be home until late in the afternoon. I left word for
him to call me and he did shortly after 7:00 p.m. Mr. Tyler was in
a rather embarrassing position. He was 17 years of age and his
parents would not permit him to leave the premises because of the
weird saucer story he had told them and because he had reported to
the newspapers with Stewart which had brought about considerable
ridicule from some of the folks who lived nearby. He said he would
be glad to tell me his story, but unfortunately would have to do so
over the telephone.
Over the phone he substantiated most of the allegations of
Mr. Stewart, but seemed much less excited than Stewart had been. He
stated that around the rim of this object in the sky he thought he
detected what he called St. Elmo's Fire. It was a
yellowish-greenish light, according to him, that faded and then grew
intense and then faded again. He stated that the weather had been
quite clear and the visibility good. He estimated the altitude of
this object to have been about one hundred feet. He too noticed the
strange sound apparently coming out of this object. He said that
when it left the area, it sped away at a speed faster than any thing
he had ever seen. I asked him about the other car. He stated that
there had been one nearby, but he was somewhat frightened at the time
and paid little attention to it.
Mr. Tyler seemed to be an intelligent boy. He was a member of the
LaCrosse Team at his school, and I got the definite impression that
he was a good deal more conservative than his friend Mr. Stewart.
Their stories checked out and I again communicated this information
to my Air Force friend.
There were a number of things that could be checked out through
reliable sources. A call to the weather bureau confirmed the fact
that on the night in question, March 29, 1952, the weather had been
clear, the moon and stars were out and visibility was excellent.
Another point that had bothered me considerably in this story was the
statement that throughout the entire incident no other cars had
passed in the vicinity, or had been seen approaching. The Governor
Ritchie Highway is a major artery of traffic between Annapolis and
Baltimore and a very busy one. Could this have been possible on a
Saturday night?
My wife and I decided we would take a look at the area in
question. While it was still daylight we drove down toward the spot.
There was a slight grade in the road as I had been told. We kept on
toward Annapolis with the view of returning at the spot around the
time of the alleged observation of March. At approximately 10:30
p.m. on our way back to Baltimore we approached this same area. The
long arm of coincidence perhaps was tapping me on the shoulder.
There wasn't a car in sight in either direction and it was a good two
or three minutes before we saw one. If we had stopped the car at the
spot considerable time would have elapsed before any vehicle would
have passed by. So, it was possible even on that normally busy
roadway and on a Saturday night.
The following Monday, April 28, 1952, I received a telephone call
from the Air Force Office of Special Investigations. I discussed
this incident with a Captain Jones. He took down the names and
addresses of the informants and the quickest method of contacting me
and indicated I would hear from him at a later date.
The basic information on the weather and the like had checked out OK
and the traffic possibilities seemed to be within reasonable range.
The rest of the story needed some analysis. Earlier, I mentioned a
friend of mine who was assisting in this development of a nuclear
device and I decided it would be interesting to get his reaction to
this affair. I have refrained from using his name, as he is still
involved in this sort of work. I shall refer to him as "Greg."
I went over the information I had in great detail and I found him a
very attentive listener.
"What do you make of it Greg?" I asked.
"Lou," he answered, "I'd like to talk to this chap. Do you think we
could set up an interview?"
"Yes," I replied, "He told me he'd talk with anyone on the subject."
All sorts of things must have been running through Greg's mind. He
concentrated for a few moments and then surprised me.
"Let's get him to bring the car with him," Greg began, "And I'll
bring a Geiger counter over and we'll examine it carefully just in
case."
"In case of radio-activity?" I asked.
"You never can tell, Lou. Let's just clear up that possibility once
and for all."
I had considered radio-activity after encountering this story, but I
was very surprised with Greg's suggestion. Since our early
discussion of the Saucer Problem he had been an arch skeptic. I
wasn't sure whether this was an indication he was breaking down or
not. Greg is a scientist and a good one. He was not an easy victim
of the saucers. It would, I felt be very interesting to see what
occurred between him and Stewart I set up the interview.
On Saturday, May 3, 1952, Stewart met us at a designated spot in the
city. Greg wanted the interview at the apartment of a friend. For
several hours he quizzed Stewart, who repeated over and over again
the same story he had told me on April 24th. Greg tried to confuse
him several times, but he stuck with the story. Behind the apartment
there was a place to park and there we had Stewart's British Ford.
It still had the same queer knock in the engine and the roof was in
the same condition. Greg had two types of Geiger counters with him.
Carefully he proceeded to go over the car. He listened intently on a
set of headphones. Stewart and I watched for about ten or fifteen
minutes. I couldn't contain myself.
"What about it Greg?" I asked.
"Lou," he said, "it's clean as a whistle."
Greg looked at Stewart and brought his Geiger counter up close. He
passed it near the informant who said nothing but was obviously
nervous. Again there was a negative reaction.
We thanked Stewart for his cooperation and asked him not to I discuss
the fact that we had checked his car with a Geiger counter. Then we
went back into the apartment for a short critique.
Greg picked up a phone book and several moments later made a call. I
was surprised to hear him ask what motion pictures were shown during
the month of March. He repeated the question on two other calls. He
told me he was curious to find out if any science fiction films might
have been shown near Stewart's home or in the Glen Burnie area.
There were none.
"Do you think this guy is a phony Greg?" I asked.
Greg looked thoughtfully for a moment.
"Lou," he began, "Stewart is a clerk on the B. & O. Railroad. He
certainly evidences very little scientific training. He's a bright
boy, but not bright enough to fake a story like this. I went over
him in a deliberate attempt to get him mixed up. What he had to say
is aero-dynamically possible and he had his points in logical
sequence. I think the fellow's honest, or the world's greatest
actor."
"Well, what do you think he saw Greg?" was my next question.
"Of course, we don't know Lou," he stated, "I can't say what he saw.
I am about ready to agree that he did see something very
unconventional."
"Do you suppose it's ours Greg?" I asked.
"It has to be ours Lou," he replied, "and yet..."
"Yet, what?" I cut in.
"Well, Lou, it's just this whole saucer problem. The stories get
more fantastic every day and they keep coming. It's the persistence
that gets me. I'm convinced that something is flying around up
there, but what it is I don't know."
Nothing further developed and an entire week went by. On Saturday,
May 11, 1952, I was in my office when our reception desk notified me
that a group of gentlemen were waiting for me in the lobby. When I
put in an appearance, I found they were from the Office of Special
Investigations of the U. S. Air Force. One was Captain Jones of the
local office and the others had flown in from Wright Field in Dayton.
They wanted to have a chat with me on the subject of the saucers.
We retired back to my office. We exchanged credentials. They were
interested in my background and I showed then my Reserve Officers
Identification. At the time I was a Lieutenant Colonel in the
Reserve Corps. I asked them a few questions about the problem of
saucers and they quietly informed me that there was little they could
say. I indicated that I felt cooperation was a two-way street and at
the moment they were going in one direction. They agreed and added
that there wasn't too much they could do about the situation. They
then asked me if there was something particular I would like to know.
"Is it true," I began, "That the Air Force has distributed a
questionnaire to all U. S. Embassies abroad to assist them in
reporting strange objects which might appear in the skies in their
areas?"
I had received a tip on this point from a friend in Washington not
too much previous to this interview.
"Yes, it is true," one who identified himself as Agent Royal replied,
But where did you get that information?"
I told him I had heard it in Washington. The point was important in
1952, as it wasn't generally known that such liaison was being
established in the Government's investigation. Today it is public
knowledge that all the Free Governments are exchanging information on
the subject. Agent Royal went on to enumerate many of the questions
on the questionnaire, but would not permit me to have a copy, stating
that the information was under military classification. That was
interesting in light of previous Air Force statements that nothing
was classified on the subject.
Finally they got around to Stewart and said they hoped I would be
able to set up an introduction. Fortunately I was able to reach
Stewart by phone and he invited us to come to his home right away if
we wanted. The Air Force men were delighted and we were on our way.
Stewart lived in the south of Baltimore in an industrial area and the
official Air Force car followed me through city traffic. We crossed
town with little conversation and finally pulled up near Stewart's
house. There were five in the party, not counting myself. As they
got out of the car three of them fanned out through the neighborhood
without comment and Agents Jones and Royal beckoned me toward the
Stewart residence.
We were brought into a modest living room for a moment and then
Stewart asked us up to his own room on the second floor. This was a
little section of the house that the family had obviously
converted into a little apartment for him. The Air Force men
presented their credentials. Stewart looked slightly uneasy for they
warned him that he could get himself into trouble if the information
he gave them proved to be false. The interview began.
For nearly an hour they went over the same story I had heard on two
previous occasions. I said nothing as they tried time and time again
to confuse him. They couldn't. My man again stuck to the story. I
must confess I was slightly pleased with his performance. They
filled out a mass of forms they had brought with them and then they
asked Stewart to sketch what he saw. He did this a number of times
for them. Their manner of questioning was firm and very official in
its tone. Stewart was perspiring.
Finally it was over and the two officers thanked Stewart for his time
and they suggested it would be better if he didn't discuss this
episode further. Stewart thanked them for coming.
Once out on the street the three men who had previously fanned out
over the neighborhood joined the party. They had been doing a
background investigation of Stewart in the neighborhood. They took
the officers aside out of my hearing. When I was invited back again
little was said. Agent Royal indicated that Stewart wasn't too
reliable in his opinion. They said the neighbors didn't think too
much of him. At that point something interesting occurred. Stewart
came out of the house with an announcement.
"While you're all here," he began, "you might like to know that the
lady next door saw a flying saucer just the other day. Maybe you'd
like to talk with her."
Royal and Jones quickly agreed and in a moment or two a very
reluctant young lady came out of the house adjoining Stewarts.
"Did he tell you I saw a flying saucer?" she asked. Not waiting for
an answer she added, "It wasn't anything. It must have been a plane.
I won't say anything. He's always getting people into trouble."
The young lady was quite flustered and quite alarmed as the Air Force
boys had quickly presented their identification. They made no
attempt to get her to discuss what she had seen. Somewhat
embarrassed, they backed off and we headed across the street to the
car. Stewart waved from his doorway as we pulled away. The trip
back through town was completed in silence.
Back at my office they had very little to say about the interview.
They asked me if I would give them a copy of my file on the case.
They promised to return same after they could have it copied. I
gladly complied with their request and subsequently had my file
returned, and was thanked in writing for my courtesy. They refused
to comment on the interview except to say they felt Stewart wasn't
too reliable. They parted, saying they hoped would communicate to
them any additional information I might gather in the future on the
saucer problem. It was an interesting Saturday and I had
considerable thinking to do.
There are a few things which ought to be said about Donald Stewart.
In several week's time, I had heard him tell his story three times.
In each occasion he was subjected to careful questioning. There were
deliberate attempts to trap him into contradictions. Through it all
I observed that he held firm to every point in the story. He was
twenty-three years of age with a high school education. It is true
that many frauds have been perpetrated upon the public, but in my
opinion this sort of thing requires greater brain power and
far more experience than Mr. Stewart possessed. He would have
hardly been a match for trained investigators. The Air Force has
never commented about Stewart to me other than to say they felt he
wasn't too reliable and as far as I could judge, they reached that
conclusion in the space of one hour's time, based on the reactions of
neighbors.
I feel it necessary to say, that in my opinion, an accurate reading
on Stewart's character could hardly have been developed in that space
of time. First of all, the investigators I saw in action did little
to relax their informants. The cold official tone, the credentials,
the approach seemed singularly odd behavior when the objective was to
get at the truth of the matter. Stewart's next door neighbor was an
interesting case in point. As soon as credentials were presented,
she lost all continuity and refused to speak, heaping ridicule on
Stewart. It was my own belief that she did indeed see something, but
we'll never know what it was. As a subject, she was of no further
use, even to a private investigator. In the course of the
neighborhood survey, how do we know that others were not similarly
upset in the face of the ever present credentials? Against this
background, is it reasonable to conclude the actual reliability of
the witness? In my personal contacts with Stewart, I can honestly
say that I could detect nothing which led me to suspect that he was a
fraud or was in any way attempting to execute a hoax.
The fact that the Air Force saw fit to order a special look into this
case could be somewhat significant. An isolated observation in
itself means very little, however fantastic it might be. It is only
when aspects common to it are manifested in other observations
that it begins to suggest something to the intelligence officer.
In my first telephone conversation with Captain Jones, head of the
local office of Air Force Special Investigations, I recited the basic
points of the Stewart case. When he, in turn, passed the information
upwards, one of the points must have been impressive. Was it the
allegation that this object was disc-shaped and hovered? This sort
of characteristic had been claimed and is still being claimed for
objects all over the world. Could it have been the sound which
allegedly came from this object? This is possible, although this
aspect too has been reported widely. Might it have been that there
was an alleged relationship between something in the air and
something on the ground? This point seems more acceptable to me. If
they had received a few similar observations from other areas, this
would have made them raise an eyebrow or two. I should imagine it to
be a sound conclusion that special investigators were flown to
Baltimore, not because of these allegations as such, but because one
or several of them coincided with other information in their
possession. Perhaps Stewart was sufficiently reliable to have hit
upon a very interesting part of the puzzle.
Could Stewart have encountered a secret device belonging to the
American Government? This is to be seriously doubted and for very
good reason. If this were true, it would hardly seem prudent to call
further attention to it and certainly not in the presence of a news
reporter. Though the Air Force Officers had my cooperation, they had
no solid guarantee that I would not immediately report to the public
on their visit to Baltimore. Had Stewart observed one of our own
devices, the risk would have been too great.
Did Stewart and Tyler actually see something? I believe we
can safely conclude that they did. According to their description,
we might judge that what they saw was a round, inverted,
ash-tray-shaped object in the sky. We can discover nothing of its
identity or point of origin. We can certainly submit that it was
unconventional. Sketches made by Stewart bore no resemblance to any
well known type of aircraft. The weight of the known quantities in
this incident point to something else.
The case itself might have died, but I'm not quite certain that rigor
mortis has finally set in. Several weeks following the Air Force
visit to Baltimore, a friend in the Pentagon telephoned from
Washington. What he had to say was a little bit surprising.
"If you want to get more on that Glen Burnie Incident," he began,
"Find out the peculiarities of the weather in that area."
This was an odd statement and regardless of my persistence, he would
not expand on it. I talked with George Brancato, the Baltimore
weatherman, and a meteorological expert in his own right. We were
and still are personal friends and I feel reasonably certain that if
he knew the answer he would have indicated this in some way. I
discussed this point with Captain Howard Orville, Chairman of the
President's Advisory Committee on Weather Control. He could shed no
light on the matter. It was indeed a peculiar comment I had received
from Washington.
Something else that happened gives me the opportunity to observe an
interesting point about the entire investigation of the saucers.
Even at this writing, we continue to get statements from the Pentagon
to the effect that no information is being withheld about this
problem, that ninety percent of the observations can be resolved,
that the saucers may not even exist and so forth. However,
we have definite documented proof or inconsistencies, and of a
reluctance to talk about the subject. And here and there we find odd
references being made which tend to excite our curiosity and motivate
us to further probe into this matter. That question about the
weather in the Glen Burnie area is a case in point. The comment
certainly wasn't made because it had no relationship to the Stewart
experience. Was this case still very much alive? Were they still
correlating information about it?
Several more weeks passed, when a friend of mine, an individual who
has more than once served this Nation with distinction in the field
of intelligence, stopped in at the Air Secretary's office for a chat
with old associates. During his conversation he picked up a comment
which he thought would be of interest to me. He called me from
Washington.
"I just thought you might like to know," he stated, "That the Air
Force sent a General Officer down to Glen Burnie to investigate a
saucer sighting which occurred recently."
Are we now sending out General Officers to carefully check on the
observations of a witness who has already been declared "not too
reliable"? It is quite possible that Stewart's observation turned
out to be very genuine and that the Air Force had found some
additional witnesses in this case. This allegation that a General
Officer had been sent into this area not only increased suspicion,
but added still another important doctor to an already impressive
team of diagnosticians.
For some reason or other, the Glen Burnie incident was receiving a
remarkable amount of attention and not only from the Government. In
the early summer a personal acquaintance, who had just taken a
job with an American plane manufacturer, was on a business trip to
the west Coast. In the course of his travels, he encountered a
distinguished scientist who was a member of the "Civilian Scientists"
investigating this field of unidentified flying objects. This man, a
former German expert, brought up something that had happened in Glen
Burnie, Maryland . Knowing my friend was from Baltimore, he inquired
as to whether he might know a reliable person in that area who could
tell him about this situation. My name was mentioned. A somewhat
curious thing happened at this point. My friend was returning east
that very day by plane and the scientist asked him if he would
contact me and have me write him a letter on this case.
That same evening, my friend landed at Friendship Airport and
telephoned. After explaining the above, he then said, "Let me give
you his address and you can get something in the mail to him."
"I'd like to ask you a question about this," I said. "If he is so
interested, why has he suggested that I write to him? Why doesn't he
contact me with, a few questions on the sort of information he
desires?"
"That's a good question," he replied. "I can't answer it. I can
tell you this however. He and several colleagues were examining
something that happened in the Los Angeles area recently and
apparently it bears a striking resemblance to some of the points in
the Glen Burnie observation, which, by the way, he must have seen
somewhere in official files."
This was a conversation of considerable importance. It seemed to
substantiate my earlier conviction that something did occur in
another part of the country along these lines. This line of thought
seemed more reasonable than ever. I had the name and
address of this scientist on the West Coast and by coincidence, Life
Magazine carried a picture of him in their current edition. I had a
few notes on his background and it was very impressive. He had
worked on an atomic project with the Germans during World War II.
I was tormented with the desire to write to him and relay the
information I had, but I decided finally on another course. If he
did not hear from me within a reasonable length of time and my
information was really important to him, then perhaps he would
address a communication in writing to me instead of by a mutual
friend. He had been given my name and address. I have never had a
letter from this man, although I have been asked several times about
whether I had written by my friend who had originally brought me the
message. It is possible that he decided he didn't require any
comment from me after all, or it could be that further information
was furnished him by our Air Force. That General Officer in the area
came to my mind. In all events, I could not see where a letter from
me would furnish me with definite information on the case.
I had made copious notes throughout this strange affair. I put them
together as a part of "Project Eyeful". There were some definite
questions I had to ask based on the information in the notes. Did I
feel that the Glen Burnie affair represented some secret project of
our Government? I must label the answer as being just a shade away
from a definite conclusion. I felt too much attention had been given
this incident for it to have been some secret of ours. If Stewart
had inadvertently stumbled on an American device much more pressure
would have been exerted on him to keep quiet. The risk of his
talking was too great. The risk of
his telling was too great. The risk of my giving the entire episode
a big play on the air was too great. These factors drove me to the
belief that it had to be something else. I said we were just a shade
away from a definite conclusion on this point. As fantastic as it
might appear, there is still the possibility, although very remote,
that this was a Government secret and they were going to all this
trouble to point the finger of suspicion in another direction. I say
this to remain as objective as possible within the confines of logic.
I do not consider it as probable.
Could this have been a figment of everyone's imagination? This is
ridiculous on the face of it, but again, in the interest of complete
objectivity, let us give it some brief consideration. Despite its
unlikelihood, Stewart could have been a magnificent actor. His
partner could have been in on the plot. If you accept this as a
possibility, however, you must then conclude that his tender young
inexperienced years had completely deceived trained Air Force
investigators and that the deception went all the way to a General
Officer and over the country to a famous atomic scientist. Or you
can suppose that they were all collaborating, which of course is
utter nonsense. I think we can safely conclude in this regard that
the Glen Burnie incident in no way was a figment of anyone's
imagination. I think we can conclude that something was in the sky
and that it was something very unconventional.
No reader could be content until I asked this question based on
information I had on this case. Could this have been a vehicle from
an origin not on this planet? Was it a space ship? The answer here
requires some very special attention. It is not something we can
take lightly. In 1952, the term space ship was being discussed in
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