The new West London Police Court was opened last week, and is pronounced by its patrons to be both handsome and comfortable--a place, in fact, in which no one need feel ashamed to be seen. There is even a writing desk in the dock for the use of prisoners. When so many of them write memoirs for the Yellow Press this is a little convenience which will be much appreciated. * * * * * [Illustration: "SPECIAL" ETIQUETTE. _Mrs. Bec._ "I THINK IT WAS PERFECTLY HATEFUL OF GRACE TO SEND LADY COPPERTHWAITE IN TO DINNER BEFORE ME, WHEN SHE KNOWS SIR JOHN IS ONLY A SERGEANT, AND MY GEORGE IS A SUB-INSPECTOR!"] * * * * * THE MURDERERS. (_Lines addressed to their Master._) If I were asked what gives me most amaze Among your signs of mental aberration, I should select, from several curious traits, Your lack of commonplace imagination. You seem to think, if once you win the day, You justify your means; it won't much matter What laws of man you broke to get your way, What rules of chivalry you chose to shatter. Is that your reading in the glass of Time? And has your swollen head become so rotten That you suppose success could cancel crime, Or murder in its triumph be forgotten? Man shall not live, O King, by bread alone, Though spiced with blood of innocent lives for leaven; He must have breath of honour round him blown As vital as the very air of Heaven. What should it serve you, though your end were won And earth were made a mat to wipe your boot on, If every decent race beneath the sun Spits for contempt upon the name of Teuton? O. S. * * * * * THE FISH FAMINE. It is only proper that an agitation should be on foot to compel the Government to take measures to prevent a further rise in the cost of bread, the food of the people. But what is the Government prepared to do to remedy the present deplorable dearth in the food of the people's thinkers--fish? Scientists, statisticians, fishmongers and other authorities tell us that for the development of the human brain there is nothing to compare with fish. Indeed, one has only to glance at the throng assembled in any popular fish-bar of a night to realise that the people of our country are alive to their need in this respect. Consider what this shortage of fish must mean in the development of the intellectual life of the people of this country. How can we expect our parcels to be delivered intelligently, our gas-fittings to be adjusted properly, our bulbs to be planted effectively, if our carmen, our plumbers, our jobbing gardeners, and so forth, are deprived of their daily bloater or bloaters, as the case may be? How can we hope that Mr. H. G. WELLS, Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT or even Lord KITCHENER himself will continue to guide the nation effectively with the fish course obliterated from the _menu?_