Our Mr. A. A. M.'s play is now comfortably settled in its new home (No. 3) at The Playhouse. A correspondent informs Mr. Punch that since the opening night Mr. DION BOUCICAULT'S popular part has been developed to the slight disturbance of the balance of things; not so much by new dialogue as by deliberate iteration and portentous pauses. That on his first entrance he now studies a photograph with his nose close up to the glass, forgetting that, if he is as short-sighted as all that, the protracted gaze which he had previously directed upon the ceiling must have been fruitless. That Miss IRENE VANBRUGH has dispensed with whatever serious element there was in her part and relies for her brilliant effects almost completely on its irresponsible frivolity. That Mr. BEN WEBSTER has come on remarkably; and that the part of the flapper is now played according to nature by the right person. Mr. Punch's advice to any who have hitherto passed by is to go in and see _Mr. Pim_ doing it. * * * * * "Now one just hates to drag in personal experiences, because it looks as if one were trying to pose as a nero, which thing I hate." _Illustrated Paper._ We heartily share the writer's dislike of the character. * * * * * [Illustration: _Works Manager_ (_to applicant for post as night-watchman_). "HAVE YOU ANY PARTICULAR QUALIFICATION FOR THIS JOB?" _Applicant._ "ONLY THAT I'M A VERY LIGHT SLEEPER, SIR. I WAKES AT THE LEAST NOISE."] * * * * * OUR BOOKING-OFFICE. (_By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks._)