Nadar Elevating Photography to Art

The President Shouting at the Top of Her Voice. Ladies, you are fromally violating § 3 of our constitution which states that no more than five graduates may talk at the same time... I call you to order... silence! Well, since ringing my bell seems to have no effect, I suspend that meeting and take my hat!... Now you can all do what you want!

Un Guichet de théatre.

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

Croquade Divers

Ah, Madame, your acting of Marivaux was sublime. What luck that Mademoiselle Mars is dead already… for if she had seen your acting tonight, she would have died of jealousy! (The lady finds his eulogy a bit cold.)

The Grand Stairway of the Palais de Justice

Yes my uncle, my virtuous uncle, I was a spendthrift, gambler, seducer, I had many faults, in a word I was frivolous... but you're ill, very ill, the doctors have abandoned you... I've come to aid you, to fall at your feet, I'll swear... anything you like... I'll only leave you at death, my kind uncle, my so excellent uncle! Let's embrace and put an end to it. (Macaire, sole inheritor, has his dear uncle thrown into a common pit).

The Grand Stairway of the Palais de Justice

Stockholders' assembly. Gentlemen, the monarchist newspaper which I had the honor of founding with the help of your capital and my abilities surpassed my wildest expectations and hopes… it lived two months, devoured only three hundred thousand francs, and in order to have it reappear all we need is a small payment from your side… Bertrand, see the gentlemen to the cashier.

The Grand Stairway of the Palais de Justice

As you can see, I had fine horses in the German wars...