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Gan ...

Date1833
MediumCrayon lithograph
DimensionsSheet: 146 x 133 mm. (5 3/4 x 5 1/4 in.)
Credit LineBoard of Trustees Fund
Object number1962.116
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Last Updated1/11/24
Image Not Available for Gan...
Gan...
1833
Image Not Available for Mr. Joliv...
Mr. Joliv...
1833
Image Not Available for Voyage to St. Cloud
Voyage to St. Cloud
1839
Image Not Available for If the children have been really good, Papa takes them along to play in the public bathhouse. (Alexis or the error of a good father)
If the children have been really good, Papa takes them along to play in the public bathhouse. (Alexis or the error of a good father)
1840
Image Not Available for Sense of Hearing. Wake up Nini!.... I have been calling her for more than an hour, and she always replies: yes Adolphe. But neither the child's name nor mine is Adolphe!
Sense of Hearing. Wake up Nini!.... I have been calling her for more than an hour, and she always replies: yes Adolphe. But neither the child's name nor mine is Adolphe!
1843
Image Not Available for Mr. Baill
Mr. Baill
1833
Image Not Available for A breach of trust. These villains! How immoral to steal the clothes from a prison lawyer, while he innocently takes a swim beneath nature's protection. Without my hat, I'd have to go home naked! What times are we living in!
A breach of trust. These villains! How immoral to steal the clothes from a prison lawyer, while he innocently takes a swim beneath nature's protection. Without my hat, I'd have to go home naked! What times are we living in!
1842
Image Not Available for (Bertrand): What if they decide to rough us up a bit, those die-hungers?... - (Robert Macaire): What, the riff-raff?... You don't know them, the things shout, howl after the rich like dogs after beggars, but they don't bite... they're harmless, just stupid, that's all... (he cries out in a loud voice)... Heee... Hooo, go to it, Dotards. (The people notice with emotion that he doesn't crush anyone and that he seems a rather good bloke).
(Bertrand): What if they decide to rough us up a bit, those die-hungers?... - (Robert Macaire): What, the riff-raff?... You don't know them, the things shout, howl after the rich like dogs after beggars, but they don't bite... they're harmless, just stupid, that's all... (he cries out in a loud voice)... Heee... Hooo, go to it, Dotards. (The people notice with emotion that he doesn't crush anyone and that he seems a rather good bloke).
1838
Image Not Available for Come here porpoise; look at this poodle... wants to be a sailor and makes little boats from nutshells and is afraid in the public bath
Come here porpoise; look at this poodle... wants to be a sailor and makes little boats from nutshells and is afraid in the public bath
1840-1842
Image Not Available for The Public Bath for 20 Centimes. New Style. - I say, old man.... is the water any good? - Poor idiot! if it were any good, they wouldn't give us that much for just 4 Sous.
The Public Bath for 20 Centimes. New Style. - I say, old man.... is the water any good? - Poor idiot! if it were any good, they wouldn't give us that much for just 4 Sous.
1840-1842
Image Not Available for You talk like a cane! - And you like a beetroot!
You talk like a cane! - And you like a beetroot!
1839
Image Not Available for 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).
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).
1837