At the French Theater

Gère m'am'celle, fod'dit pillet n'est blis tant mes mains . . .

Mom isn't here because you returned before five o'clock . . .

"They look like they're conspiring...I'm really upset that I got into this car! ...and to think there's no way of stopping the train!"

Mr. Prudhomme: "What's this! impudent waves...you must not know whom you are bearing at this moment..."

"...princes too generous..."

Go to Paris, John, go earn your living . . .

The Tiny Rosette

"Peekaboo! There it is again!"

Diplomatic Agent

A Seance of Magnetism

This proves to us how perfectly useless it is to recite gracious compliments to the public in the final couplet of a play.

Study of a House on a Mountain Lake