Word: sauceritis
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...little man muttered something like "I'll be seeing you." Then he jumped into a small (10 ft. in diameter) flying saucer, took off with a buzzing sound and disappeared into the clouds...
...Martians marched en masse into French affairs. Cartoonists welcomed them delightedly (see cuts). As they multiplied, they even gained respectability. Le Figaro reported: "Counsellor General of Alpes Maritimes greets flying saucers' first appearance on the Cote d'Azur." France Soir announced that "a daily flying-saucer service seems to have been established between Marais Poitevin and La Rochelle." A man from space even made the social columns of Paris Presse: "Mustached Martian spends weekend at Vienna." Angry deputies asked questions in Parliament. Air Force authorities (even as in the U.S.) were badgered for explanations...
Before the many-colored Martians rained down on France, famed Swiss Psychiatrist C. G. Jung was asked what he thought about the saucer epidemic...
...More Dreams. Dr. Jung blames the U.S. Air Force for mishandling the saucer epidemic and for permitting irresponsible journalists to pump it for bits of sensational-sounding information.* He does not believe that the saucers are space ships. Those that are not hallucinations, he thinks, are probably misinterpretations of physical objects or effects. But he was willing to speculate about the effect on the human flee of an invasion by beings from another world...
Though they might easily be insufferably cute, Wiinblad's figures are always redeemed by a caricaturist's humor and a painter's technical skill. Also in the show: textiles with Wiinblad faces that look like otherworld creatures peering from flying saucer portholes, and a collection of bright, bold posters (Wiinblad has done them for everybody from Danish music societies to the Marshall Plan). Standout poster: an exhortation to Danes to be musical ("Play Yourself"), showing a sprightly young lady playing a bow across strands of her hair, an almost perfect illustration of a famed T.S. Eliot line...