Nadar Elevating Photography to Art

Madame Greluche: Oh, Gustave, how good! A real soothing warmth! Look at our son Loulou; the cute face he makes! - Mr. Greluche: And Pyramus, he is afraid, afraid like a dog. If you only knew what he is doing right now, the little rascal.

Un Guichet de théatre.

To imagine that next year I will be exhibited and that everybody in Paris will see me... its is kind of flattering, isn't it Dear? - I'm just unhappy that you won't be wearing your neck-tie... it looks a bit sloppy... if there is still some time, why don't you ask the sculptor to add on your stand-up collar.

Croquade Divers

Look! I just killed this magnificent grouse! … - Poor you! That is the rooster of the farm next door. That cock will cost you more than thirty francs, not counting the pitchfork jabs!

The Grand Stairway of the Palais de Justice

Delighted to find himself on show, the original takes his wife to the exhibition, and places her before his image to enjoy the opinion of the crowd. - Look, some say, it's the Chinese commissioner Lin! - No, others say, don't you see, it's natural history! - It's... resumes one gentleman in possession of the catalogue, it's the portrait of Mr. D..... insurance broker: - Oh well, with a bonce like that he doesn't need to insure himself, he'll not easily be snatched up. (Madame, his wife, leaves exceedingly flattered)

The Grand Stairway of the Palais de Justice

Sir... here is what we will be giving this year as a bonus to the subscribers of the Musical Universe... 125 albums that you can have bound, some more magnificently than others. Eleven portraits of Mr. Musard, at differfent ages, but always with the same black suit. Three trumpets, more or less in key. Forty admission tickets, even exit tickets, for each of our concerts...Eighty seven musical scores...and a reed pipe.

The Grand Stairway of the Palais de Justice

The other day, I pulled off another smart trick... I had set up a firm with a capital of ten million francs to exploit top boots in cardboard ... I had placed only eight shares worth a petty 1200 francs... I called together my eight shareholders and held forth in something like the following manner: "Ah! Good-day ye strolling gentlemen, how handsome you are, how fine you seem!" I promised them more cheese than bread, I gave them a 50% dividend, I warmed them up a bit and let them simmer... The following day they couldn't get hold of my shares fast enough, I placed all of them and at the next meeting I said: "The last time I did the books I made a mistake. I forgot to take into account the price of the cardboard and its fabrication. You must return the dividend I gave you, I'm going to hold it back... I put down nothing and kept back the r