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From: jalsop@aesat.UUCP (John Alsop)
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Subject: Re: New joke
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Date: Sun, 29-Apr-84 23:54:41 EDT
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Concerning "brand-new" jokes:

Here is one that I made up about a year and a half ago, and told to a few
people. I have never heard it back from any other source, so I guess it
never caught on (I wonder why???). Anyway, here goes . . .

Back in WW II, there was a young American pilot called Bill, who used to fly
various secret missions in the Pacific theater. He always flew with his best
friend, Art, who was his radar operator. Art was quite famous at the airbase
in Hawaii, because he was always tinkering with novel radar design techniques,
and had actually come up with some significant contributions to the state-of-
the-art.

In early '45, Bill and Art were sent on a mission to test some of Art's newest
radar devices, which were intended to generate easily recognizeable reflections
whenever they were "scanned" by a regular radar beam. After a few hours in the 
air, their plane developed engine trouble, and it became clear that they were 
not going to make it back to their base. They made a forced landing in the 
ocean, and hurried to get out of the airplane before it sank. Bill inflated his
lifejacket, and jumped into the sea. He turned around and saw that Art's 
lifejacket would not inflate. A strong wind was rapidly blowing the plane away 
and with a sinking feeling, Bill realized that he might never see Art again.

After drifting for three days, Bill was picked up by a passing destroyer, and
was returned shortly to his base. Despite a prolonged search, no sign of Art or
the downed aircraft was found.

. . .

After the war, Bill became a commercial pilot for Pan-Am, and in early 1982,
was assigned to fly the Hawaii-Tokyo route. On his second run, Bill was
dozing off somewhere over the Pacific, when he was awakened by his second 
officer. "Look, sir", his assistant said, "We're picking up some very strange 
reflections on the radar from one of those islands down there".

Bill examined the 'scope closely, and realized there was something familiar 
about the reflections, which triggered some dim memory from the distant past.
He studied the screen intensely for several moments, dredging his memory for
clues to the meaning of those vaguely familiar patterns.

"Oh my God", he suddenly exclaimed, " it's Radars of the Lost Art!".