Part 53, page 13

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FD-350 (Rev. 7-16-63)

(Mount Clipping in Space Below)

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A Ballad To the Man Called D.B.

It is the first anniversary of the "D. B. Cooper" skyjacking. To this day, officials are unable to confirm whether "Cooper" survived his parachute jump from the rear exit of a Northwest Airlines 727 with his $200,000 ransom money.

P-I reporter Dick Clever covered the story and made trips to Clark County to cover the subsequent searches for "Cooper" and/or his remains. He offers this ballad as a spoof on the legendeering surrounding "the man called D. B."

BY DICK CLEVER Copyright, Seattle Post-Intelligencer, 1972.

He was cool, he was calm, The man with the "bomb," Who boarded Flight Three- Six with ease. And pilot Bill Scott, Not suspecting the plot, Took off with the man called D.B.

They were just in the air, When the stew caught the stare, Of the man in the back of the plane. He passed her a paper, Which she thought she'd read later, She thought him a flirt and quite vain.

"Read the note," his wave told, And she thought him quite bold, To make such a pass in mid-flight. But she did as he asked, And she read and she gasped, As the jet flew on into the night.

The crew was quite shocked, To find this short hop, This all-stop, short-hop flight skyjacked. But they did as he ordered, For a pirate had boarded, And they circled the field at Sea-Tac.

The runway lights went dim, The plane coasted in, And sat pale as a ghost on the field. "Give me chutes, give me money," He said, "Nothing funny," He used Tina, the stew, as a shield.

"Get this show on the road," Officials were told, And the plane thundered into the night. "Fly it slow, fly it low," He said, "On to Mexico!" And the rear door stayed open in flight.

"D. B. COOPER" Living or dead legend?

It's jump or face jail, And he stood at the tail, Watching the darkness be- low. He took a deep breath, Said, "It'll be a quick death," And leaped into space all alone.

Clark County lay still, In the brisk evening chill, And the heart of the land skipped a beat. There was something not right, In the primeval night, There were thumps, bumps and clumping of feet.

When the morning mist cleared, And the story of D.B. was known, Thanksgiving was here, And the story of D.B. was known. The hills of Clark County Swarmed with hunters for bounty, And the seeds of a legend were sown.

It spread near and far. In the taverns and bars, Was repeated with relish and glee. Might you ever suppose, The woods will disclose, The bones of a man called D.B.?

DB Cooper-22351

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(Indicate page, name of newspaper, city and state.)

p.A19 Seattle Post- Intelligencer Seattle, Wash.

[handwritten: SWS]

Date: 11/23/72 Edition: Final Author: Dick Clever Editor: Dick Lyall Title:

Character: or /64-S/-Sub B Classification: 164-81 Submitting Office: Seattle

[X] Being Investigated

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NOV 29 1972 FBI--SEATTLE [initials]