Proprietress at a Filipino Restaurant, Yafuso, Urasoe

[The Front of a Restaurant]

A gathering for painter Hatsusaburo Yoshida at a restaurant in Shukunegi at Ogi Peninsula. (Tomio Kondo, second from left)

EVERYTHING YOU COULD WANT 53: AT A 32-SOUS-RESTAURANT. －Waiter, a chicken with cress?... －Sir, we've no chicken left... but if you like, I'll get you a large portion of cress!..

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 22: THE CLOTHES SELLER: “Closes to sell!... any hats, shoes, old clothes to sell!” This trade fourishes at carnival time in the vicinity of the schools of law and medicine: the student willingly sells his wardrobe to get himself a stevedore's costume, a wife, a small thimble-full of champagne and limitless tittle-tattle!

Ancient History 34: Vulcan's threads. This nasty metal-worker, knowing that his wife / Talked a little too closely with Mars, / Forged pitiless snares / Gripping both of them as they chatted on the lawn (A bachelor D. M. F. P.)

Caricatures of the Day: The bourgeois at the Salon: Let's see... What's that?... (reading from his catalogue) "No. 387. Portrait of Mr. B*** stock-broker"... well... well!... oh! how stupid I am... 386 is the portrait of Mr. B***, this is a portrait of a bull by Mr. Bracassat... I'd also say... that the idea of having yourself painted with horns as big as that... after that, you can't refuse a stock-broker anything

PARLIAMENTARY IDYLLS 12: Cupid, a shrewd god, but full of vanity, / Bounds upon the table at the risk of a sprain, / In order to prove that his figure is wholly beautiful, / Between the two candlesticks he shows them his torso!

NEWS 27: －Yes, Mrs.Chaboulard, there're twenty four grocers who've joined together and taken the oath to murder president Dupin. －The horror of it!... but also why doesn't the government watch the grocers better... I said it a long time ago, all grocers are scoundrels!... and to prove it, yesterday mine sold me mustard for two sous and he only gave me six liards' worth... I'm going to denounce him, he'll be one of the twenty four!..

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 24: THE KNIGHT OF THE GOLDEN SPUR: This so-called former Colonel of the Papal Guard, later aide-de-camp to the Prince of Monaco, awaiting as a prize for his services a distinguished post in the Government!... he would, however, willingly accept a tabacconist's shop or a position as an inspector of [street] sweeping; besides [this] he is a gallant man like all knights of his order, for a trifle demanding satisfaction from five-year-old children, perfectly making excuses from the moment you look at him in the face

Strangers in Paris 1: The arrival: What, no room!... －Not even for your hat-box... －What about in the sitting-room? －Twenty one Englishmen are in there... －In the attic?... －I've put eleven Savoyards in there... －In the celler?... －Fifteen Polish people have set up home... －Oh! hang it...oh! damnation... oh! Good God!...are we going to spend the night by the side of a milestone?... －That's what you'd better do, because then the night patrol will get you out of trouble quickly by taking you to sleep at the Prefecture of Police's office, Saint Martin cell!... specially reserved for the homeless and poodles without papers!..

Parisian Freebooters 12: The Crocodile: This has to do with a variety of species of Crocodile, which was known to the ancients under the name of Tantalus and which a Gymnasium naturalist of our time has called the Gastronome without money. This voracious whale-like creature is most commonly found in the localities of Merchants of Eatables. His teeth are pointed and very long from lack of exercise, since he uses only his eyes to devour. When he has had the perseverance to remain for a whole day static in front of his prey he sometimes ends up by having the luck to catch... a crick in the neck. He feeds himself only on desires and vain hopes, he is also remarkably thin. Very different from other fish of his species that swim in open water, this type of Crocodile is always in the dry