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October 1954, Louvroil, Nord:

Reference number for this case: Oct-54-Louvroil. Thank you for including this reference number in any correspondence with me regarding this case.

Summary:

During the wave of reports of "flying saucers" sightings in France in the fall of 1954, the Press did not disdain to publish, or even make up, "edifying stories."

Thus in the local newspaper Liberté, Avesnes and Maubeuge issue in the Nord department, for October 31, 1954, it was said that "once", a sympathetic worker of Louvroil "tall like three apples" who wanted to make grown-ups laugh wanted to play "Martian", this new game he had learned about in the newspapers.

With "the few essential accessories", he dressed up in "Martian" fashion and headed for the coffe shops:

"Unperturbed, the owner of the tavern to which he had granted his first visit, asked him: 'What do you drink?' 'A glass of red wine', she heard as answer. Stupor, the Martian knew our languages ??and our wines?! Never mind, he continued his tour; more Martian than ever our hero performed a show of his composition in front of the monument to the Dead; a grumpy man took the thing very badly and threw a punch in his jaw. Our Martian, who knew a bit about our way of life, went to complain in... French to the police station. The most beautiful pranks on our earth sometimes end tragically."

Reports:

[Ref. lib1:] NEWSPAPER "LIBERTE":

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THE "MARTIAN"
SPOKE OUR LANGUAGE

The time has come for the planet Mars and its saucers and other flying and smoking cigars: nothing like it to create a diversion; look up, we are told, and forget the earth, London and its agreements, Germany and its remilitarization, wages of famine and misery.

In truth, the saucers sometimes allow us to laugh a little: they allow the craziest fantasies which some happy young heroes of stories similar to the one we are going to tell you are fond of.

Once upon a time a gentle working man from Louvroil who wanted to make grown-ups laugh; was he taking himself seriously? No one knows: tall as three apples, he wanted to play "Martian", this new game he had learned in the newspapers, he took the few essential accessories, dressed in "Martian" fashion and began to wear it and started a tour of the coffee shops.

Imperturbable, the owner of the tavern to which he had granted his first visit, asked him: "What are you drinking?" "A glass of red wine," she heard him answer. Stupor, the Martian knew our languages ??and our wines?! Never mind, he continued his tour; more Martian than ever our hero performed a show of his composition in front of the monument to the Dead; a curmudgeon took the thing very badly and slammed a fist in his jaw. Our Martian, who knew a little about our way of life, went to complain in ... French to the police station. The most beautiful pranks on our earth sometimes end tragically.

Remember this story that made a city laugh and don't play Martian...

Explanations:

Prank or journalistic invention.

Keywords:

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Louvroil, Nord, prank, worker, invention, Martian, small

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Document history:

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