Progress is a beautiful thing as long as you know how to use it.

For some time now, we have adopted the excellent habit of tarring the wooden paving stones of the Parisian roadway. Unfortunately, this work causes unfortunate incidents when, as in recent days, the sun decides to shine hard. So nothing was more amusing than the spectacle offered yesterday by the rue du 4 Septembre. Under the action of the heat, the tar liquefied and stuck to the heels of passers-by. A little girl even left her little shoe there. And a driver shouted to her: —Go on, Cinderella! It is true that this incident provided a few minutes of fun for the many employees in this area.

A Watercress! assured an old colonial, it's the best way to be happy with forty degrees in the shade! “Forty degrees of alcohol, naturally. because the others are too indigestible.”

One of the three subjects of philosophy, in! baccalaureate, was this: “Is memory a biological function? », tells us our witty colleague “Aux Ecoutes”. One of the candidates understood: “Is the bathtub a biological function? » The subject pleased him, and he treated it at length, and with abundant argumentation. The examiner, stunned, gave the essay a zero with this note: “Did not cover the indicated topic.” The candidate was naturally rejected; but his parents sent a protest to Léon Bérard, claiming that if their child heard “Baignoire” instead of “Mémoire”, it was because the teacher responsible for reading the prepared subjects must have had very bad pronunciation. Who complained that there were no bathtubs in high schools? Here is one, and right in the Sorbonne.

Another witticism attributed to master comedian Tristan Bernard. Traveling in the provinces, he recently stopped in a large town in the South and inquired with the manager of a large hotel:
What are the prices of your rooms?
At the first, 60 francs.
At the second ?
40 francs
At the third ?
30 francs
On the fourth?
There is no fourth, sir.
Tristan Bernard took back his suitcase and announced:
— I'm sorry, but your hotel is not high enough!

He was a very tight-fisted, if not miserly, industrialist. He had three wildly prodigal sons, as the proverb has it. Feeling very bad and wanting to give an example of wisdom to his heirs, he recommended that his children each put a sum in his coffin.
The sons, who were, despite everything, good children, obeyed this last wish.
When the father was brought up, the first put 500 francs in the coffin, the second 1,000. The third declared: — they didn't put in enough; I put in two thousand francs! He took the 1,500 francs and replaced them with a check for 3,500. francs.

It's the new fashion... Do you know Egyptian sunburn? It's a fashion that is currently all the rage in America.
Young men and young women apply hieroglyphic drawings to their skin, and expose themselves for long hours to the sun. The skin turns brown, and the parts covered by the hieroglyphs stand out white. Which gives a kind of tattoo. It's the prettiest effect, and it will perhaps prevent some elegant ladies from shocking with an exaggerated neckline.

So as not to lose the habit, we cut out a very curious ad in our colleague Le Petit Nantais. It is written as follows: “Large grocery store requires young girls for the store and young men for courting.” To young girls, no doubt. But what do the right-thinking readers of Le Petit Nantais say about that? It is true that we must encourage repopulation.

Le Badaud