The article below was published in the daily newspaper La Bourgogne Républicaine, Dijon, France, page 4, October 5, 1954.
(FROM OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENTS)
At a time when we are talking more and more about a saucer landing in our country, when, everywhere, we see Martians, it is advisable to relate (objectively) two adventures that have just occurred in Lons-le-Saulnier and Saint-Aubin-du-Jura.
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The other day, in a café in the Jura capital, a curious being was walking. Small, fat, clad in leather, his eyes hidden by enormous glasses (the kind one uses for spearfishing) with aluminum helmets (an antenna emerging from the helmet) the mysterious being walked without a word. The lower part of his face was obscured by meters of rubber hoses or the type of gas masks.
"He's a Martian," a consumer exclaimed.
The boss replied: "It may be the pilot of the Prémanon saucer".
The coffee room emptied. "The Martian", to drink a jar of Beaujolais, then took off his motorcyclist's helmet stuck with a children's arrow rifle crossed with pins, all painted in aluminum, and became again... Mr. Roux, from Conbèges, author of the joke!
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Saint-Aubin du Jura, the other day, a mysterious flying craft was wandering in the sky. It shone in the sun sometimes stopped as if suspended, went back forward, backward, right, left, up or down...
Was it one of those famous saucers doing daytime reconnaissance?
Information taken, it was only a "Bell", helicopter purchased by the E.D.F., on board which an engineer was examining the condition of the high voltage power lines.