pewnego dnia ok. 1950r. w Nowym Jorku na ulicy zauważono mężczyznę ubranego w żakiet
i kraciaste spodnie z getrami zapinanymi na guziki. Ludzie na ulicy myśleli, że to aktor,
który idzie do teatru, jednak jego zachowanie na to nie wskazywało. Był zdenerwowany,
ciągle się oglądał i biegł. Kiedy chciał przejść na drugą stronę ulicy przejechała go taksówka.
Policja długo próbowała określić tożsamość mężczyzny. W końcu okazało się, że jest to Rudolph Fentz.
Mieszkał razem z żoną na Florydzie i po kłótni z nią postanowił opuścić dom i zamieszkać w Nowym Jorku.
Jego żona zgłosiła jego zaginięcie nie w 1950r., ale w 1876! Kiedy policja go przeszukiwała miał
przy sobie banknoty, które dawno wyszły z użycia!!! Do tej pory nie udało się racjonalnie wytłumaczyć tego przypadku.



More proof of time travel?
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From Ohio.com:

It was 11:15 p.m. on a warm June night in 1950, and the area of Times Square was buzzing with people leaving the theaters.
Suddenly, in the midst of traffic appeared an odd-looking man, about 30 years old. He wore mutton-chop whiskers and quaint
clothing that had gone out of style decades before.
The man gawked at his surroundings, and then tried to dash away from the cars. He was struck by a cab and killed.
Police found on the dead man antique currency, business cards in the name of Rudolph Fentz, and a letter addressed to Fentz postmarked in 1876.
Assuming the man was Fentz, police sought the next of kin. But Fentz wasnłt listed in the telephone directory, and no one at the address
on the business card and letter knew him.
Capt. Hubert V. Rihm eventually turned up a 1939 phone book listing a Rudolph Fentz Jr. When Rihm located the juniorłs widow, she told
him her father-in-law had vanished in 1876 after
going out for a smoke.
That knowledge in hand, Rihm dug into old police files and found the missing-person report from 1876. The address given was the same
as that on the dead manłs business cards





>Dear list,
>I am currently trying to track down the earliest
>source for an alleged teleportation/time travel
>case. The incident involved one Rudolph Fentz, who
>is said to have jumped from 1876 to 1950 at the age
>of 29.

Dear List,
I finally managed to complete a detailed report on this
incident. The report is far too long to reproduce here, but I
would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who helped
me track down vital bibliography during my research.
The conclusion was rather foregone on the outset ("Rudolph
Fentz" was _not_ transported through time from the nineteenth
century to the twentieth) but the study may prove interesting or
illustrative to anyone who is compiling a list of similar
incidents (Lang, Lerch and so on). It also ties in with Ralph
Holland/Rolf Telano, the 1950s contactee.

Sincerely,
Chris Aubeck


Rudolph Fentz and Time Travel
A decades-old time travel hoax has been unravelling in Ohio this past week.
It started with an article about Chris Aubeck, a researcher who was investigating
the case of Rudolph Fentz. Fentz was a man who had supposedly time-travelled from
1876 to 1950, only to get struck down by a car and killed. The story has gained wide
credence in many European circles. But Aubeck tracked the source of the tale down to
an Akron-based writer, Ralph M. Holland, who wrote a story about this incident in 1953.
But when Rev. George Murphy read about Aubeck's research, he recognized that the tale
had an even earlier source. It turned out that Holland had lifted the tale from a
short story by Jack Finney that appeared in a science fiction anthology titled
Tomorrow, The Stars edited by Robert Heinlein that was published in 1951. So a
1951 science fiction story had somehow become accepted as fact by many, until
Aubeck and Rev. Murphy debunked it.



Avedon Carol has snagged a splendid story from an Ohio newspaper. She had the great good sense to not give away the punchline, and I wonłt either:
Clock runs out on long-told story of time traveler
European man ends up in Akron while getting to bottom of strange mystery

Is time travel possible?
Could evidence for it be found in the story of a man who appeared suddenly on the streets of New York City in 1950,
bearing the property and identity of a man who had vanished in 1876?
Chris Aubeck loves a good mystery, so the Londoner who lives in Madrid, Spain, decided to get to the root
of a tale that has received a lot of press in Europe.
This month, the Spanish magazine Enigmas will publish the yearlong odyssey of Aubeck, who doggedly traced
a piece of paranormal folklore through six countries and back six decades to its source in Akron.
Aubeck, 31, who researches modern and ancient mysteries as a hobby, said fellow researchers in Europe often
use the case of Rudolph Fentz as proof of time travel.
�They had been using the story for years in articles and books and many of them accepted the Fentz story at
face value," Aubeck said in an e-mail interview. �When I asked them if it had been solved, I was told it had been tried but never successfully."
To Aubeck, that sounded like a challenge he couldnłt pass up.
(Wełll pause here while you read the story.)
Ghu, Foo, and Roscoe besides, not to mention the ineradicable stain of purple. (You can look that up here,
under �purple". I donłt guarantee itłll be comprehensible, but I find it amusing.)
The funny thing is, Iłve seen time travellers in NYC. Or at any rate Iłve seen people I thought were time
travellers, and one case where I was sure.
This happened one day back in the 1980s. I was riding the subway home from work, and this kid got on at 34th
or 42nd. He was at most twelve but I think younger, and slightly built at that. What caught my eye first was
that he was wearing a jacket with a waistline seamnot a full-blown norfolk jacket, less obtrusive than that,
but in that class. Which was odd; it had been over half a century since boysł and menłs jackets stopped having waistline seams.
I started noticing more things about him. His pants ended just below his knees. That was unobtrusive too; his
pants were dark, and so were his long woolen socks. If you werenłt really looking, the combination would
register as black trousers, and you wouldnłt think anything of it. He had a flat woolen cap, and a
sweater on under the jacket, and his shoes were what youłd expect with the rest of the outfit. Think
newsboy, turn of the century or a little later, and youłve got it.
But what struck me as genuinely odd was that he wasnłt wearing his clothes like a costume.
Those were just his clothes, and they werenłt new, either. I honestly believe that if hełd
gotten onto the same subway in the same clothing but had felt like he was dressed up for a
masquerade, half the car would have noticed him right away.
As it was, he stood there for a few moments, then somehow spotted me without looking at me
directlya very self-possessed kidand came and sat down right next to me. There were lots
of available seats, so I waited a little while to see if hełd say something, but he didnłt.
Then I realized what he was doing. It happened that that day I was wearing a long full black
wool skirt, boots, a thick knitted jacket, and a hat. I also had my crocheting with me and
was working on a sweater. In short, I looked more like a respectable matron of his era than
anyone else on the car. He was following the old advice for kids traveling alone: Find a
nice woman and sit down next to her.
I puzzled it over as we rode along. Seen up close, that really didnłt look like a theatrical
costume he was wearing, and anyway nobody in their right mind would send a little kid out
alone into the Manhattan evening in a period costume. And though back then there were a few
high-end clothing stores selling historical knockoff threads for rich yuppiesł rugrats,
the kidłs clothes didnłt look like that, either; and besides, rich yuppiesł kids whose
parents dressed them funny wouldnłt be catching the northbound A Train from midtown by
themselves. No backpack, so he wasnłt a student coming home from school.
I came to the only possible conclusion, which was that he was a time traveller who for some reason found it convenient to take the subway.
Okay.

I hoped he was all right, but somehow it seemed hard to ask. As I say, a very self-possessed kid.
He got off in the eighties. I got one last good look at him. Everything still checked out. He disappeared into the crowd.
Since then Iłve seen a few more, like the guy who looked like he decided in a fit of enthusiasm
to follow Peter the Hermit, and had come to really, really regret it. Therełve been others.
And once I saw a couple of bright-eyed young men on the subway who had a different kind of not-from-here look.
It wasnłt their clothing or haircuts; those were correct in every detail. But they somehow managed to
look separate from the scene, as though the worry and weariness and day-to-day engagedness of the subway
ride touched upon them not at all; and yet the way they were openly looking at the rest of us was avid,
proprietary, amused, almost too knowing
Like they were on a ride at Disneyland. Or in a museum.
�Bloody hell," I murmured to Patrick, as I nudged him to look at them. �The little jerks are from the future."
�Youłre right," he said, after a moment.
Hear me now, future generations: Knock that off. Itłs really irritating.