The article below was published in the daily newspaper Le Courrier Picard, France, page 4, on October 18, 1954.
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Saturday evening, a frightened kid hailed me in passing: "Sir, there is a flying saucer, rue de l'Arquebuse."
I admit that I am resistant to this psychosis which, after having hatched in the United States, now reaches our old continent and makes discover, to many of our fellow men, in the Picardy sky itself, fabulous machines, capable of to make our - certainly eminent - astronautics researchers jealous, whose anticipations are not already lacking in extravagance.
But I wanted to see, to see with my own eyes. I discovered a splendid, vaguely intimidating red moon which rolled on the terrestrial borders and which a nebulosity marked with a large acute accent all black.
So, I crisscrossed the city and its surroundings. The Eppeville sugar factory drew hundreds, perhaps thousands of luminous rectangles, during the night. A fire of dry herbs on the side of Sébastopol, drew his dying flames and "Brass and Alloys", behind its severe enclosure, seemed strangely quiet.
So there were saucers only in my kitchen buffet and in those of my fellow citizens.
Even the unfortunate and long blackout which suddenly plunged into darkness the rue du Général-Foy and part of the avenue de Noyon, was not due to the facetious presence of a Martian with hairy face on the transformer of the old castle.
