Maybe it was because a fellow newspaper editor was involved, along with the Kansas Highway Patrol, the Navy and the Air Force.  Or, maybe it was simply because it was a good UFO sighting.

About the time Miss Iowa was being judged Miss USA in the 1956 Miss Universe Pageant at Long Beach, the city editor of Arkansas City Daily Traveler, and a trooper of the Kansas State Highway Patrol were sitting in a patrol cruiser in Arkansas City.  It was a hot and muggy night.  Occasionally the radio in the cruiser would come to life.  An accident near Salina.  A drunk driving south from Topeka.  Another accident near Wichita.  But generally South Central Kansas was dead.  The newspaper editor was about ready to go home—­it was 10 o’clock—­when the small talk he and the trooper had been making was brought to an abrupt finale by three high pitched beeps from the cruiser’s radio.  An important “all cars bulletin” was coming.  Twenty-five years as a newspaperman had trained the editor to always be on the alert for a story so he reached down and turned up the volume.  Within seconds he had his story.

“The Hutchinson Naval Air Station is picking up an unidentified target on their radar,” the voice of the dispatcher said, with as much of an excited tone as a police dispatcher can have.  “Take a look.”

Then the dispatcher went on to say that the target was moving in a semi-circular area that reached out from 50 to 75 miles east of Hutchinson.  A B-47 from McConnell AFB at Wichita was in the area, searching.  The last fix on the object showed it to be near Emporia, in Marion County.

The two men in the patrol cruiser looked at each other for a second or two.  Like all newspaper editors, this man had had his bellyful of flying saucer reports—­but this was a little different.

“Let’s go out and look,” he said, fully doubting that they would see anything.

They drove to a hill in the north part of the city where they could get a good view of the sky and parked.  In a few minutes an Arkansas City police car joined them.

It was a clear night except for a few wispy clouds scattered across the north sky.

They waited, they looked and they saw.

Shortly before midnight, off to the north, appeared “a brilliantly lighted, teardrop shaped, blob of light.”  “Prongs, or streams of bright light, sprayed downward from the blob toward the earth.”  It was big, about the size of a 200 watt light bulb.

As the group of men silently watched, the weird light continued to drift and for many minutes it moved vertically and horizontally over a wide area of the sky.  Then it faded away.

As one of the men later told me, “I was glad to see it go; I was pooped.”

The next morning literally hundreds of people spent hours conjecturing and describing.  After all these years of talk they’d actually seen one.  Several photos, showing the big blob of light, were shown around, and two fishermen readily admitted they’d packed up their poles and tackle boxes and headed home when they saw it.