The article below was published in the daily newspaper L'Est Républicain, France, page 4, on October 22, 1954.
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We are in B., small locality of the canton of Dompaire located a few hundred meters Of the national highway. Happy pranksters (among them, it seems, a respectable and respected notable) decided to laugh at little cost.
Beets are emptied and small holes will let out the flickering light of the candles that are lit inside, if necessary a colored paper will give a red orange hue. An old sheet, four pickets, and here are our men ready to try the expereinces they wanted to make. At a hundred meters from the national road, in a prominent park, the four stakes are planted, the Old cloth placed on it. From a distance the effect is striking and our comrades hide behind a bush, except one. The latter remains in sight on the national road and after a short time he has the chance to stop a motorcyclist with his wife as a passenger.
All trembling our hero shows the biker the so-called saucer and, with lots of passion, asks them if they do not want to accompany him to B... where, by another way they can reach again the national road. "You understand," he told them, "I am obliged to go alone at less than twenty meters from this saucer and, it seems to me that it is occupied", at that moment indeed small shadows move under the sheet and imagination helping, our bikers figure to be one hundred meters from true Martians as tall as wide. An irrational shudder takes hold of the motorcyclist who until then had seemed skeptical. Suddenly he rides his bike, starts it without taking care of his spouse who screams in terror, while at the side, behind the bushes bursts of laughter starts so much more.
Recalled to reality the biker returns to look for his wife and understands... Embarrassed, what can he do but laugh?
