I am not at liberty to discuss my sources although the lady Matahari* MAY have whispered in one's ear, but I've received a most-frightening telegram describing dramatic aerial attacks on dirigibles and Victorian establishments by a peculiar red tri-plane flown by a rogue pilot known only as "The Red Baron."
While earlier rumors of audacity and fantastic skill by this absinthe-addicted ruffian may be difficult to authenticate, a fatigued World War I Flying Ace, recently escaped from behind enemy lines, curses the rogue pilot and warns: "The Red Baron is smart.. He never spends the whole night dancing and drinking root beer.."
* Or somebody claiming to be the lady Matahari, who may also be operating under the alias "Loosie."

