M. Babinet Alerted by His Maid to the Passage of the Comet

Yvette Guilbert

Landscape Number 23

Child of Paris

"Conductor! Conductor, stop in the name of heaven! I have colic! Impossible..."

"Robert... you're no longer holding up your end of the conversation..."

"You'd do well, my poor ultramontaine press, not to get in my way."

"Ah! my poor Mrs. Chaffarou, this is truly the end of us...there's the comet coming and the sun's going!..."

He could make out an arid plain...

Guillaume Viennet

"Old boy, your landscape lacks warmth..."

. . . if the Art is noble, the critique is saintly . . .

"How many cares has this charming head cost me!"