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."
"The Red Baron is smart.. He never spends the whole night dancing and drinking root beer.. "-The WWI Flying Ace