UFOs in the daily Press:

THE PASSENGER OF A "FLYING CIGAR"
who gave the hug to a
Corrèze peasant was nothing abnormal

This time it's no longer a flying saucer or being looking weird as if it belonged to another world. The encounter made by Mr. Mazaud, a solid peasant in his fifties from Bugeat (Corrèze), is quite different. He is very formal. In his statements there is an indisputable accent of sincerity. He does not have, far from it, the reputation of a joker or an illuminated, and the investigators did not detect the slightest flaw or the slightest contradiction in his statements.

The man he met on a deserted plateau, on September 10, around 8:30 p.m., was nothing unusual in his outfit or appearance, other than the particular shape of the helmet he wore on his head. When he found himself face to face with the Corrézian peasant, he bowed his head several times to greet him, held out his hand, and gave him a hug. He did not

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[Photo caption:] "And yet it is true!", said MR. MAZAUD, farmer from Corrèze, after his extraordinary story to the gendarmes. (A.P.)

CORREZE

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respond otherwise to the good evening of Mr. Mazaud, and did not articulate a syllable, to such an extent that the farmer thought he was a few simple-minded, and would certainly soon have forget this encounter.

But, a few seconds after the disappearance of the stranger, Mr. Mazaud, who was continuing on his way, heard a slight rustling sound. He turned around, and it was then that he saw a craft rising from the ground obliquely, in the same way as an airplane takes off. The machine was vaguely in the shape of a cigar (somewhat that of a jet plane seen in profile). It was flying to the West very quickly, gaining height. The noise was very slight. Neither the slightest smoke nor the slightest glimmer were noticed.

Mr. Mazaud was careful not to talk about this phenomenon in the neighborhood, fearing that someone would make fun of him. Only the indiscretion of his wife allowed the gendarmes to be notified. They heard him at his home, and went to the scene. But days had passed, and it had rained a lot. There was no trace on the ground.

The Tulle commissioner for general intelligence also heard, at length, Mr. Mazaud, and went with the farmer to the encounter site. Like everyone else, he was struck by the seriousness of the man who was the involuntary witness to this strange phenomenon.