The article below was published in the daily newspaper Liberté, Avesnes and Maubeuge issue, Nord, France, page 4, on October 31, 1954.
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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...
