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The 1954 French flap in the Press:

The article below was published in the daily newspaper Le Lorrain, Moselle, France, page 9, on October 15, 1954.


The daily (and varied) chronicle of the saucers

The Martian spy's secret papers
were just leaflets
abandoned in the wind

Paris. -- The flying saucer file has been further augmented by several testimonies, one of which comes from an inhabitant of Leguevin (Haute-Garonne) made the gendarmes and military authorities think for a few hours that they were in the presence of no more and no less than a case of espionage!

Mr. Jean Marty, 42, rushed to the gendarmerie brigade on Wednesday morning to tell law enforcement officials about his strange discovery.

"I was working yesterday evening in my workshop, on the edge of the road to Toulouse, when I saw, not far from Leguevin, a kind of luminous disc which seemed to float in the air. I then ran towards it because it was no more than 5 meters from the ground, but as soon as I approached it rose silently, vertically and disappeared.

"Intrigued, I approached the place where it must have landed and my attention was suddenly drawn in the middle of the fields by two sheets of white glossy paper covered with printing letters. I picked them up carefully: here they are."

"But, it's Chinese!"

The gendarmes leaned, intrigued, on the pieces of evidence. The business-size sheets were neither soiled, nor damp, nor wrinkled, but of absolute neatness, as if they had just been torn from a new brochure.

"But it's Chinese!" exclaimed one of the gendarmes. Fortunately, Leguevin counts among its inhabitants a brave retired soldier and polyglot, Mr. Maggy. One went to consult him, he was formal: "It is a text written in an Annamese dialect, Kug-No. The pages are numbered 9-10 and 59-60: they come from a brochure reproducing in off-set a typewritten document. But beware, concludes Mr. Maggy gravely, I do not understand everything: it is about the Vietminh and Vietnam".

This peremptory assertion was enough to trigger a real investigation, the gendarmerie entrusting to the military authority the two sheets revealing undoubtedly an important case of espionage between the Martians, the Indochinese and the French.

Don't leave your papers lying around

Air security took charge and ran it smoothly. A duly qualified translator was summoned who, after a few moments of scrutiny, barely suppressed an irresistible urge to laugh. "These sheets come from a brochure published by the services of Prince Buu-Loc; they were undoubtedly left in Leguevin by Vietnamese who came there for a picnic!..."

Vietnamese students are, in fact, particularly numerous in Toulouse, and Leguevin, located about twenty kilometers and close to the regions [?] of the Gers, offers Toulouse residents a sought-after destination for a walk during the weekend.

As for the ultra-secret text, it deals with the arrival of fish in Indochinese ports!

Morality: don't leave your papers lying around!

The shock of a Toulouse industrialist

The Toulouse region seems, moreover, to be a favorite terrain for saucer pilots, because this espionage affair had barely been closed when Mr. Olivier, an industrialist in Toulouse, once again stirred up the authorities.

Wednesday, at 7:35 p.m., in a suburb of the city, Mr. Olivier saw a scuba diver of about 1 meter with a big head and two huge eyes which descended from a spherical craft in a wasteland. The figure came towards him and his suit shone like glass. After a minute he returned to his craft and had to bend over to climb into it. It disappeared into the sky at prodigious speed, leaving a trail of fire.

"It's been a shock," concluded Mr. Olivier, still under the influence of emotion.

The Martian of Montluçon only knows one expression: gas-oil!

Mr. Laugère, a railway worker at the Montluçon station, waited several days to tell his story because he was afraid that his comrades would make fun of him. But as he saw in the newspapers that an encounter with a Martian was no longer so exceptional, he decided to speak.

His story goes back to Sunday night. Mr. Laugère was crossing the tracks near the S.N.C.F. bridge, on the "Le Cher" river, when he saw a metallic craft placed a short distance from a diesel tank intended to supply the railcars. Next to the craft which had the shape of a torpedo and could be four meters long was a man all covered with hair unless he was wearing a rather long hairy coat.

Mr. Laugère, surprised, asked him what he was doing. The stranger replied in unintelligible terms, but the railway worker seemed to make out the words "diesel".

The railwayman wanted to return to the station to raise the alarm, but barely had he gone a hundred meters when he saw the craft rise vertically without noise.

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