"Cabaret" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... from the Druids. They came to the house of Julienne's father and received his welcome and his goods, but their song was interrupted by a cry of distress—Lizon was among the maskers, and Julienne was gone. A crowd of villagers ran to the cabaret and rescued the girl from the room into which the fellow had thrust her, but it was too late—she had lost her reason. Cursing and striking and blaspheming, Lizon was at last confronted by the priest, who told him he had gone ...
— Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, Complete • Charles M. Skinner
... antagonism of the Pack; while none knew better than he with what ease the riches of careless Paris might be diverted to his own pockets. A single step aside from the path he had chosen—and tomorrow night he might dine at the Ritz instead of in some sordid cochers' cabaret! ...
— The Lone Wolf - A Melodrama • Louis Joseph Vance
... lingered, seated on the latticed balcony that encircles an inner court where cabaret features are held—suggestive of a bull ring. One rather piquant Spanish girl, playing her accompaniment on a guitar, gazed softly up at Tommy while singing about some wonderful Nirvana, an enchanted island that ...
— Wings of the Wind • Credo Harris
... wine-producing districts every one participates in the interest excited by the vintage, which influences the takings of all the artificers and all the tradespeople, bringing grist to the mill of the baker and the bootmaker, as well as to the caf and the cabaret. The various contending interests were singularly satisfied, the vintagers getting their two francs and a half a day, and the men at the pressoirs their three francs and their food. The plethoric commissionaires-en-vins wiped their perspiring foreheads with satisfaction ...
— Facts About Champagne and Other Sparkling Wines • Henry Vizetelly
... a result, when we were leaving the city for a little trip, we determined to stay, on our return, at the Grunewald, a hotel like any one of a hundred others in the United States—marble lobbies, gold ceilings, rathskellers, cabaret shows, dancing, and page boys wandering through the corridors and dining-rooms, calling in nasal, sing-song voices: "Mis-ter Shoss-futt! Mis-ter Ahm-kaplopps! ...
— American Adventures - A Second Trip 'Abroad at home' • Julian Street
... into the shop windows, and at everything that was going on, with the open-mouthed curiosity of two young country lads. Then they made a few purchases—some coffee, sugar, and pepper—tied them in a colored pocket handkerchief, and then went into a small cabaret—where they saw some German soldiers drinking—sat down at a table, and called for some bread and ...
— The Young Franc Tireurs - And Their Adventures in the Franco-Prussian War • G. A. Henty
... of the long halt in the cabaret du Chien Noir, where he spent an hour and a half in the company of his friends, playing dominoes and drinking eau-de-vie whilst I had perforce to cool my heels outside. Suffice it to say that I did follow ...
— Castles in the Air • Baroness Emmuska Orczy
... serait plus juste s'il parlait d'un peintre qui, dans un sujet noble, introduirait des grotesques ridicules, peindrait dans la bataille d'Arbelles Alexandre-le-Grand monte sur un ane, et la femme de Darius buvant avec des goujats dans un cabaret," etc. (1785, vol. 48, p. 205). On the question of Voltaire's attitude to Shakespeare, see Monsieur Jusserand's Shakespeare en France, 1898, and Mr. ...
— Eighteenth Century Essays on Shakespeare • D. Nichol Smith
... to those few guests who realized that the gym was supposed to represent a cabaret. We greatly appreciate their penetration. They perhaps didn't know that fortune-telling and fishing for tin automobiles in the telephone booth were a part of the procedure at a cabaret dance. But if they didn't know these things, they ...
— The 1926 Tatler • Various
... wretched French cabaret, smelling vilely, where we still remain, and the people try as much as they can do to compensate for our discomforts by their kindness. The French poor people are very considerate where they see suffering. I will say that for them. The doctors had not allowed his poor Lucy to go near ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... where and how he had passed the night, he answered, that having left the cabaret at ten o'clock, he went to put down some traps in Mauprevoir wood; and had gone home and to ...
— The Mystery of Orcival • Emile Gaboriau
... sitting in a cabaret near the Halles. One was dressed in the uniform of a sergeant of the National Guard. He was a powerfully-built man, with a black beard and a mustache, and a rough crop of hair that stuck out aggressively ...
— A Girl of the Commune • George Alfred Henty
... de mon temps Que brillait Madame Gregoire. J'allais a vingt ans Dans son cabaret rire ...
— In the Days of My Youth • Amelia Ann Blandford Edwards
... smile, and hunted for conversation: "Saw a bang-up cabaret in New York: the 'Good-Morning Cutie' ...
— Babbitt • Sinclair Lewis
... to the philosopher's stone was the son, by a former husband, of the woman Aluys, with whom Delisle became acquainted at the commencement of his career, in the cabaret by the road-side, and whom he afterwards married. Delisle performed the part of a father towards him, and thought he could shew no stronger proof of his regard, than by giving him the necessary instructions to carry on the deception ...
— Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds • Charles Mackay
... before a house at the corner of the marketplace. It looked little better than a common cabaret, and was also closed and dark. Down went the luggage, as he knocked mysteriously at ...
— The Argosy - Vol. 51, No. 1, January, 1891 • Various
... Mame about Sunday. She'd been to church in the morning (Mame, like most of the girls at the brassworks, was a Catholic), a show in the afternoon, cabaret for dinner, had danced till 1, and played poker until 4 A.M. "If only my husband was alive," said Mame, "I'd be the happiest girl ...
— Working With the Working Woman • Cornelia Stratton Parker
... de la Canaille, (the resort of the lower orders;) but before stepping over the threshold of the cabaret of Guillotin, even the canaille themselves look twice, as in this repository are only to be seen prostitutes with their bullies, pick-pockets and thieves of all classes, some prigs of the lowest grade, and many of those nocturnal marauders ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 13, - Issue 377, June 27, 1829 • Various
... as they stood in a group on the green hillside in attitude of suspense, their weapons held at the ready, and all eyes fixed on the front, from which the smoke was rising. It was very like to the celebrated picture by Protais, familiar in every cabaret in France, "Avant le Combat;" but even more picturesque than that, for these soldiers were dressed most irregularly—some in tattered capote, others in shirt-sleeves, some in shako, others in bonnet de police. A few civilians had crept out of the town by this time, and the chief of the Miqueletes ...
— Romantic Spain - A Record of Personal Experiences (Vol. II) • John Augustus O'Shea
... dispersed he returned to the cabaret with his comrades. 'Well, well,' said he, laying down on the table four watches and a purse, 'I think I have not played my cards amiss. I never thought to have made such a haul at my frater's death; I am only sorry he's not here to have his ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 14, - Issue 389, September 12, 1829 • Various
... brutale n'etait qu'une glissade, presque aussi rapide que la glissade de Notre Dame. POPPOT trainait ses savates; il chomait; il rigolait; il gardait le Saint Lundi; il passait des journees devant le buffet du Petrolium, ce grand cabaret du peuple ou l'on voyait distiller le trois-six pour tout ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, VOL. 100. Feb. 28, 1891 • Various
... sold his wine. La Cognette, some of whose relatives are still living, plays a minor role in the Comedie humaine. Her real name was Madame Houssard; her husband, whom Balzac incorrectly called "Pere Cognet," kept a little cabaret in the rue du Bouriau. "Mere Cognette," who lost her husband about 1835, opened a little cafe at Issoudun during the first years of her widowhood. Balzac was an intermittent and impecunious client of hers; he would enter her shop, quaff a cup of coffee, execrable to the palate of a connoisseur ...
— Women in the Life of Balzac • Juanita Helm Floyd |
