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junk coming from? Why, the answer is simple: from the same place as the stone pillars and the blocks of ice from earlier times. | nn 1 nS nD NSO: EE DSUs | ADSI ROEONEE RONDE xt BO NOREEN Innumerable cases of contact and landings have been flushed down the ufological drains because of the deliberate ‘‘negative”’ factors. Sincere witnesses have actually been ruined because the amateur UFO investiga- tors have accused them of being liars or worse. Consider the case of poor Joe Simonton and his outer-space pancake. It’s a classic of the negative factor. Simonton, a sixty-year-old chicken farmer outside of Eagle River, Wisconsin, said he heard a strange sound outside his farmhouse at 11 A.M. on Tuesday, April 18, 1961. He looked out of the window and was startled to see a silvery metallic machine descending in his yard. As he stepped outside, some kind of hatch slid open in the upper part of the object and three dark-skinned men became visible. He estimated that these men were about 5 feet tall and between twenty-five to thirty years of age. They wore clinging dark-blue uniforms with turtleneck tops and had on apparently knitted headgear, such as is worn under crash helmets. All were clean-shaven, and none of them spoke during the brief episode that LAN As a followed. One of them stepped to the hatch, Simonton said, and held out a shiny bucket-like affair which had a handle on either side, indicating that he wanted the farmer to fill it with water. Simonton took it, filled it from his pump, and returned it to the silent man. He noticed that the interior of the craft was black, ‘like wrought iron,” and that one man was busy at some kind of instrument panel, while the other was working at what seemed to be a stove. A pile of pancakes sat nearby. Simonton says he gestured at the pancakes, and the man with the bucket turned, picked up four of them, and handed them to him. He then attached some kind of rope to his belt, and the hatch slid shut. Joe Simonton stood with his mouth open, four warm pancakes in his hands, as the object, which had been humming throughout, began to make a sound like ‘“‘tires on a wet pavement” and rose slowly into the air, moving off to the south. At about that same time, an insurance agent named Savino Borgo was driving along Highway 70, about a mile from Simonton’s farm, when he saw what he later described as a saucer rising diagonally into the air and f. eens | De ne Pe I OO ee flying parallel with the highway. Eagle River is in a thinly populated section of northern Wisconsin, just a few miles south of the Michigan border and surrounded by forests and small lakes. About a month later, on May 25, there was a widespread power failure throughout the area that also affected local telephone The Physical Non-Evidence / 157