A Conserquence of Crinolines at the Seaside

"Let's go, Daddy...again...thirty-two turns..."

Mr. Royer-Col

Yes, my dear, my husband had the infamy to send for this creature

The Pastry-cooks and the Bakers Quarrel over the Cake

"You're looking for your trunk, mister, there it is!...and the missus' hat box too!"

Monday. Philospophy and Fried Rabit

The Day of a Benefit Performance...

Mama, it's mister . . . you know, Mister. the one with that nose

Un Monsieur Qu'on Rajeunit Trop

The Mad Cow

Missus: "Here we are at the fifteenth of November, the weather's beginning to turn bad, I think we should begin to think of returning to Paris."

Isn't the moustache comb that Corneille found this morning in the bedroom for me, Mom?