*** A martyr to insomnia threatens, unless the Government stops the whistling for taxis, to let Mr. MCKENNA whistle for his. *** Our men in the trenches are beginning to welcome the German gas-attacks. They say there is nothing like them for keeping down the rats. *** Suggested motto for the controversy between the headmasters as to the publication of Public School Rolls of Honour--"Quot dominies tot santentiae." * * * * * THE NEW LEAF. [Illustration: Fancy portrait of Prussian poet preparing to write a Hymn of Love--in case it should be wanted.] * * * * * Note. The "Wingfield House" mentioned in the article "Cases," which appeared in _Punch_ a fortnight ago, was a purely imaginary name and had nothing to do with the Wingfield House, near Trowbridge, where a hospital has for some time been established. * * * * * [Illustration: _Juvenile War Lord._. "'Ere! Someone else 'ave a go--I'm sick o' war. It ain't in reason ter expect a bloke ter be the Kaiser three days running!"] * * * * * THE VINDICATION OF JIMMY. In one corner of the school play-ground stood a small boy in deep dejection, with his hands in his pockets, his lower lip trembling slightly, whilst he strove to kick a hole in the ground with his right toe. It was Jimmy--Jimmy in his hour of trial. He wasn't going to blub, he wasn't going to do anything. Suddenly he stopped kicking at the ground, as he remembered that his mother had told him he must be careful of his boots now that the War was on. He took out of his pocket a match-box, the temporary home of a large beetle--a buzzer, Jimmy called it--which had hitherto refused to eat either grass or bran or Indian corn. His gaze then wandered to a hole in his stockings, which he had mended by applying ink to the exposed part of his skin. From the opposite side of the playground came the tumultuous noise of the calm deliberations of Form II. Jimmy knew perfectly well that they were discussing him, and that in time one of their number would be sent to inform him of the verdict and sentence. He expected that he would have to fight them all, one by one, and he wondered how many blows he would be able to stand without returning them, for to hit back was out of the question under the unfortunate circumstances.