Good Advice from an Old Servant to the Young Ones

Time Rewarding Industry and Indolence

Panurge Takes Advice from Epistemon

Assorting-NW. Fishing Industry Series

Industry in Finland

'While Industry Fiddles' [Cartoon]

Robert Macaire, Professor of Industry. Here's an example. Buy a new process, it doesn't matter which, or whether it's good or bad, buy it for 600F, 500F, 25F, for as little as possible. Create 500'000F worth of shares, as many as possible. Make out monster advertisements, monster posters, monster promises. Make the capital, pocket it, put the key under the door, file your bankruptcy papers, that's to say the company's papers... that's the end of that little game. You then go on to another.

Great Exhibition... of Industry and Contemporary Jokes. Enter and judge for yourself! Everything is arranged and ready: The pancake of the courts good for digestion (To the side: and difficult to digest). The Master-thief who catches all!! (save for his shadow). Liquid bitumen! (exactly). Men's shirts for the use of little children. The marvellous indestructible hats (that melt in the sun and dissolve in the rain). Dromedar cream in great demand (by fools). English beer with lots of froth (like in the newspapers). Simpleton's sublime, the classic coal of Saint Pétrain that one can put to the test (at any time).

Robert Macaire, Hypnotist. This is a perfect subject for hypnosis... There is absolutely no connection between us... I do not know Mademoiselle de St. Bertrand, and you gentlemen, are going to be able to experience the effect of somnambulism.... (In her sleep, Mlle de St. Bertrand gives diagnoses on everybody’s ailments, omdocates hidden underground treasures, gives investment advice conc. the Mozart Paper Co. stocks, in gold mines and in other fine investments.)

The Chevalier des Adrets is the lover of a woman of the world. He is amiable and fervent, he pretends to be passionate and devoted... one day, an alleged bailiff and an alleged bill of exchange fall like a clap of thunder into the midst of the most tender effusion of feeling... "Oh! My God!! The Baron de Wormspire, a so-called friend, has had the impudence to have me thrown into prison... He's ruined my good fortune, separated me from what I love! Oh! Friends!! What are friends?... There's no such thing as a friend!!!..." The poor woman, poor dupe, casts off her jewels, gives him everything she can, borrows, ruins herself, only to discover too late that her knight is only a knight of industry, a right Robert Macaire.