The article below was published in the daily newspaper La Bourgogne Républicaine, Dijon, France, page 1, on September 24, 1954.
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It is becoming increasingly clear that flying saucers, while they may feed the news, are beginning to seriously disturb the balance of our contemporaries.
The other day, a farmer from Picardy, Mr. Eugène Cordier, found his young wife "in ecstasy." (I quote the dispatch.)
"She was looking at the sky - (I am still quoting the dispatch) - at a strange craft shaped like a long cigar."
Mr. Cordier was not at all pleased!
Besides rightly suspecting that Mrs. Cordier, suddenly struck by a Freudian complex, was indulging in her suspicious ecstasy in a little game of comparisons clearly to his disadvantage, the soup had burned in the pot.
But there is even worse!
A resident of Zuidlaardeven, in Groningen, Mr. Van der Veen, reports that the other night he saw, hovering above the bed where he was resting beside Mrs. Van der Veen, about a dozen luminous balls the size of marbles.
If saucers and their substitutes start haunting people even in the privacy of their bedrooms, where are we headed?
It is high time to react!
As for me, my mind is made up.
I do not deny saucers "a priori." That would upset my friend Garreau.
Only one thing is certain. Until further notice, when I am in bed, I will continue to occupy myself more wisely than chasing saucers. I will pay attention to my neighbor - or at least dream that I do!
ESOPE.
