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and had also been receiving strange voices on her citizen’s band (CB) radio. “Tell me,” she asked, ‘‘has anyone ever reported receiving visits from peculiar Air Force officers?” “T’ve heard a few stories about them,”’ I said cautiously. “Well, last May [1967] a man came by here,”’ she continued. ‘‘He said he was Major Richard French, and he was interested in CB and in UFOs. He was about five feet nine inches tall with a kind of olive complexion and pointed face. His hair was dark and very long—too long for an Air Force officer, we thought. He spoke perfect English. He was en ree BET) well educated.” This man was nattily dressed in a gray suit, white shirt and black tie. “Everything he was wearing was brand-new,” she observed. He drove a white Mustang, and her husband copied down the license number and had it checked out later. It proved to be a rented car from Minneapolis. “He said his stomach was bothering him,”’ she noted. ‘‘I told him that what he needed was some Jello. He said if it kept bothering him, he would naman baal fae nnn”? Early the next morming Major French drove up to the Butler’s house again. His stomach was still troubling him, so Mrs. Butler sat him down at her kitchen table and slid a big bowl of Jello in front of him. “Did you ever hear of anyone trying to drink Jello?” she asked me. “Well, that’s what he did. He acted like he had never seen any before. He picked the bow! up and tried to drink it. I had to show him how to eat it with a spoon.” Major French didn’t visit any of her friends, and it is something of a mystery why he singled the Butlers out. Later, she said, this same man turned up in Forest City, Iowa, and dropped in on some close friends of the Butlers there. There proved to be a Richard French in the Air Force in Minnesota, but he did not even remotely answer to the above description. The Butlers have reportedly experienced all kinds of poltergeist phenomena in their home since the UFO flap began in Owatonna in 1966. Objects have been moving about of their own accord, glass objects have suddenly and visibly shattered without cause, and strange noises have resounded throughout the house. On another occasion she claimed that while she was standing outside watching some “‘little flashers,” she suddenly felt a cool, comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked around, but there was no one there. “Sometimes I’ve seen some kind of activity—men moving around— “What /s Your Time Cycle?" / 165 come back for some.”