Satsumaimo to jagaimo

じゃがいも

間々田のじゃがまいた

新じゃがいも

『おしゃもじさま』原画

実際使用例37 : 樽の口の水つき畑のさつまを、ももったねまでずっこみながら掘ったけんど、それがまたすじっぽだらけで食えたもんじゃねえや。

Saitazuma

It was indeed worth the trouble of having us killed!

PARISIANS TYPES 31: Everything paid for? We've not been fololish to anyone!!...Cheerio

じゃがたらぶみ

LIFE'S HAPPY DAYS 10: THE FIRST BEARD: You really want to be able to shave your beard too, don't you, brat... for that wait until you're fifteen like me!..

Review of Caricature 26: A wine marchant thwarted in his bussiness I say...Father Madzinguin...your campeachy wood [logwood] doesn't stop them from emptying youe barrels in the stream...they're right to say that water always returns to the river!..

Namakemono to kamisama

NEWS 177: －What the Devil are they doing up above!

Album des Charges du Jour: －There's a wind that's going to thwart the Spaniards' disembarkation nicely!... －Yes, but it's also very poor weather for my parasol..

Album des Charges du Jour: －There's a wind that's going to thwart the Spaniards' disembarkation nicely!... －Yes, but it's also very poor weather for my parasol..

Jagatara otome

Tanoshii omocha

Sankai medetai zue

Sketch Taken by Daumier at the Salon 1(but numbered: “2”) : －This year yet more Venuses... always Venuses!... as if there were women made like that!..

Seven Lithographs. 2

SKETCHES OF SUMMER 28: －Well! aren't you going to get dressed?... －Me... I'm going to spend my whole life like this, in my bathing costume... out of the water... －Even in winter?... －Oh! in winter... I'll put on my hat

ROBERT MACAIRE. 2nd Series 18: The way in which you go on one can clearly see that money means nothing to you! if I left you to your own devices, my money would soon be squandered... －Bah! father, it's not for yourself that you accumulate money... －Do you think perhaps it is for you, no, no, with the kind of life you lead I will live longer than you... －My dear father, you only have unpleasant things to say to me..

Conjugal Manners 44: Inconvenient to dream aloud: I dreamed... I called Victor! You lied to me, you old gherkin, I couldn't call Victor, because you'd named him Boniface!

8. It Was Primal Turmoil-Formless Matter Was Attempting to Give Itself Form. [from "From Nine Dreams"]