Mr. Viennet at the rostrum. What do I say! (Mr. Laboissière, you do say the nicest things!)…. Let us be greedy... let us give the ministers the funds that they require and let's vote for repressive laws. The present legality is killing us etc. etc. The speaker has carried on in this tone for three hours and 35 minutes and no one has bothered answering him.

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Image Not Available for Mr. Viennet at the rostrum. What do I say! (Mr. Laboissière, you do say the nicest things!)…. Let us be greedy... let us give the ministers the funds that they require and let's vote for repressive laws. The present legality is killing us etc. etc. The speaker has carried on in this tone for three hours and 35 minutes and no one has bothered answering him.
Mr. Viennet at the rostrum. What do I say! (Mr. Laboissière, you do say the nicest things!)…. Let us be greedy... let us give the ministers the funds that they require and let's vote for repressive laws. The present legality is killing us etc. etc. The speaker has carried on in this tone for three hours and 35 minutes and no one has bothered answering him.
Image Not Available for Mr. Viennet at the rostrum. What do I say! (Mr. Laboissière, you do say the nicest things!)…. Let us be greedy... let us give the ministers the funds that they require and let's vote for repressive laws. The present legality is killing us etc. etc. The speaker has carried on in this tone for three hours and 35 minutes and no one has bothered answering him.

Mr. Viennet at the rostrum. What do I say! (Mr. Laboissière, you do say the nicest things!)…. Let us be greedy... let us give the ministers the funds that they require and let's vote for repressive laws. The present legality is killing us etc. etc. The speaker has carried on in this tone for three hours and 35 minutes and no one has bothered answering him.

Date1833
MediumCrayon lithograph
DimensionsSheet: 191 x 178 mm. (7 1/2 x 7 in.)
Credit LineBoard of Trustees Fund
Object number1962.118
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Last Updated1/11/24
Image Not Available for Mr. Viennet at the rostrum. What do I say! (Mr. Laboissière, you do say the nicest things!)…. Let us be greedy... let us give the ministers the funds that they require and let's vote for repressive laws. The present legality is killing us etc. etc. The speaker has carried on in this tone for three hours and 35 minutes and no one has bothered answering him.
Mr. Viennet at the rostrum. What do I say! (Mr. Laboissière, you do say the nicest things!)…. Let us be greedy... let us give the ministers the funds that they require and let's vote for repressive laws. The present legality is killing us etc. etc. The speaker has carried on in this tone for three hours and 35 minutes and no one has bothered answering him.
1833
Image Not Available for Let's be quite clear. - Bertrand is going to sneak in and out of the groups at the stock exchange and polish up the tarred bitumen shares, he'll make them sparkle, he'll say they're being snapped up, snatched up all round, that they're rising like balloons... As for you, Baron, you have a certain 'savoir faire', go and buy some for 20%, 30%, even 100% more. I've got the whole lot in my wallet, they won't be able to deliver any, we'll sell them for what we like and providence will do the rest. - (Bertrand) Forward march against the dupes, let's cash in... fly... etc.
Let's be quite clear. - Bertrand is going to sneak in and out of the groups at the stock exchange and polish up the tarred bitumen shares, he'll make them sparkle, he'll say they're being snapped up, snatched up all round, that they're rising like balloons... As for you, Baron, you have a certain 'savoir faire', go and buy some for 20%, 30%, even 100% more. I've got the whole lot in my wallet, they won't be able to deliver any, we'll sell them for what we like and providence will do the rest. - (Bertrand) Forward march against the dupes, let's cash in... fly... etc.
1838
Image Not Available for Do you want gold, do you want money, do you want diamonds, millions, zillions? Step right up, let us help you... Boom! Boom! Boom-bond-bond!! Here's bitumen, here's steel, here's lead, here’s gold, here's paper, here's galvanizzzeddd iron... Step up, step up quickly, the law will change, you'll lose everything, hurry up, buy, buy your shares! Buy your shares now!! Boom! Boom!! Boom-boom-boom!! Bond! Bond!!
Do you want gold, do you want money, do you want diamonds, millions, zillions? Step right up, let us help you... Boom! Boom! Boom-bond-bond!! Here's bitumen, here's steel, here's lead, here’s gold, here's paper, here's galvanizzzeddd iron... Step up, step up quickly, the law will change, you'll lose everything, hurry up, buy, buy your shares! Buy your shares now!! Boom! Boom!! Boom-boom-boom!! Bond! Bond!!
1838
Image Not Available for Robert Macaire, journalist. - It's a new arrangement! The newspaper costs us 23 Fr 50 Cts, we'll sell it for 20 Fr, a profit of 3Fr 50 Cts. A million subscribers, a dividend of 3 million 500 thousand Fr. It's as clear as the day. Let them say what they like about the figures... But only in figures or I'll sue for libel.
Robert Macaire, journalist. - It's a new arrangement! The newspaper costs us 23 Fr 50 Cts, we'll sell it for 20 Fr, a profit of 3Fr 50 Cts. A million subscribers, a dividend of 3 million 500 thousand Fr. It's as clear as the day. Let them say what they like about the figures... But only in figures or I'll sue for libel.
1836
Image Not Available for When one's portrait is exhibited at the Salon. - It's flattering, isn't it Eudoxie, to be shown like this in public, and I don't regret the 200 francs it has cost us... there is a man looking at us... he seems to think highly of us! - (The art student): How can anybody have the nerve to sit for a portrait with a face like that!
When one's portrait is exhibited at the Salon. - It's flattering, isn't it Eudoxie, to be shown like this in public, and I don't regret the 200 francs it has cost us... there is a man looking at us... he seems to think highly of us! - (The art student): How can anybody have the nerve to sit for a portrait with a face like that!
1845
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
Image Not Available for It's just because he's your friend, and because he has been introduced to me by you that I will let him subscribe to the last 20 shares of my colossal newspaper the European.... it will be a gold mine, and one day, he will thank you properly for it.
It's just because he's your friend, and because he has been introduced to me by you that I will let him subscribe to the last 20 shares of my colossal newspaper the European.... it will be a gold mine, and one day, he will thank you properly for it.
1845
Image Not Available for Here is a good one! The guard who has a drink... should have told us, we would have paid you a drink, old warrior! The authority is refreshing himself…. hello Gugusse…. whose turn is it to fish the authority out of the water?
Here is a good one! The guard who has a drink... should have told us, we would have paid you a drink, old warrior! The authority is refreshing himself…. hello Gugusse…. whose turn is it to fish the authority out of the water?
1841
Image Not Available for Here is a good one! The guard who has a drink... should have told us, we would have paid you a drink, old warrior! The authority is refreshing himself…. hello Gugusse…. whose turn is it to fish the authority out of the water?
Here is a good one! The guard who has a drink... should have told us, we would have paid you a drink, old warrior! The authority is refreshing himself…. hello Gugusse…. whose turn is it to fish the authority out of the water?
1841
Image Not Available for Tocqueville. Replacement for Monsieur Drouyn de Lhuys. Let us hope that the pince-nez he constantly holds in his hand may help him to have a clear view in foreign affairs.
Tocqueville. Replacement for Monsieur Drouyn de Lhuys. Let us hope that the pince-nez he constantly holds in his hand may help him to have a clear view in foreign affairs.
1849
Image Not Available for A Landlord. - Oh! Mr. de Macaire, you wouldn't turn us out into the street just for being a miserable quarter late with our rent... - Where else should I put you, by devil? - But we've spent 30'000Fr. in your shop!... - That's another reason, it all comes back to me... - And my four poor small children?... - What the heavens is that to do with me. I didn't ask you to have them!...
A Landlord. - Oh! Mr. de Macaire, you wouldn't turn us out into the street just for being a miserable quarter late with our rent... - Where else should I put you, by devil? - But we've spent 30'000Fr. in your shop!... - That's another reason, it all comes back to me... - And my four poor small children?... - What the heavens is that to do with me. I didn't ask you to have them!...
1837
Image Not Available for Mr. Prudhomme: - Obnoxious waves.... don't you know whom you are carrying in this moment?... oh audacious... know I shall, like Xerxes, whip you terribly. Mme Prudhomme: (shivering of fear) - Pray, my dear friend, do not offend the sea any longer... you might wake its fury and it might devour us completely!
Mr. Prudhomme: - Obnoxious waves.... don't you know whom you are carrying in this moment?... oh audacious... know I shall, like Xerxes, whip you terribly. Mme Prudhomme: (shivering of fear) - Pray, my dear friend, do not offend the sea any longer... you might wake its fury and it might devour us completely!
1859