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• Vol. 8 • No. 1
Editor DON DAVIS
Assistant Editor WID ETHERIDGE
fculdtt'on Manager m T. SCHILLING
Hv,mor Editor TOM COLLINS
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Associate Editors > TIMBERLAKE MARCLA YOUNG
BARBARA THURLOW
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GLENN BERNHARDT. RUSS NELSON. OLD CURRIER, JIM SAWYER, DAVID RIDGE.
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The Carlsen saga is now a matter of record. What was there about the courageous captain's adventure that held the fascination of the people? It was the drama of a man alone against the raging sea. It was speculation as to whether the Flying Enterprise would sink or float. It was applause for pluck. But more than these, people were eagerly awaiting a closer look at a man who, with every material thing to live for, was willing to be swallowed up in the waves rather than turn his back on his ideals.
Captain Carlsen seems almost a pure anachronism. In a mighty era of cynicism and indulgence, his demonstration of faith and selfless' ness came as a stream of refreshing air into a musty vacuum; a ray of light into an abyss; a bucket of water to the roots of a wilting vine — a stunningly clear show of moral' ity in a civilization a lot of folks think is in full flight along the road to ruin.
Yet, the masses stopped in midpassage to breathe, to see, to drink, to barken! For two generations, bludgeoned by lust and international wickedness, we had all but forgotten that idealism was left open to us as a way of life. Confronted with an epic illustration of it, we were enthralled. We stood up and cheered for the man.' Captain Carlsen lost his ship; but we will save our world if we will let the inspiration he engendered set a pattern for the future.
The men and women who send you Swnng in confidence, raise our hats to Captain Carlsen for showing the way.
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