* * * * * "BAG AND BAGGAGE." "According to present arrangements the Turkish Peace Treaty will be presented to the Turkish delegation on May 11 at 4 p.m. in the Cloak Room of the French Foreign Office."--_Times._ These ceremonies are usually conducted in the Salon de l'Horloge, but the new _venue_ was doubtless thought more appropriate for disposing of the Turkish _impedimenta_. * * * * * [Illustration: MANNERS AND MODES. THE STRIKE AGAINST THE PRICE OF CLOTHES IS SPREADING. [_Fashion Note._--Lady Germanda Speedwell was seen walking in the Park looking sweet in a rhubarb-leaf hat, the stalk worn at the side. Her corsage was of clinging ivy leaves, in contrast to the fuller effect of her banana-skin skirt. Her companion wore the usual morning-coat and kilt of grass, but struck a new note with a pumpkin hat.]] * * * * * THE MAKING OF A CRISIS. [We are privileged to-day to publish an unwritten chapter from Mr. H. G. WELLS' _History of the World_. It is entitled "The Slime Age," and has a topical interest since it outlines the methods of production of the Crisis, the only article of which the supply to-day exceeds the demand.] Out of all this muddle and confusion and slipshod thinking there arose one man with a purpose, one man who fixed his eyes on a single inevitable goal and walked straight at it, not minding what or whom he trod upon on the way. His purpose was the mass-production of crises, and he created crises as rabbits create their young, nine at a time. In those fuddled incompetent days before the Great War the crisis was a little-known phenomenon. Here and there in the drab routine of peaceful corpulent years there flashed in the prosperous firmament the baleful light of a great anxiety. Agadir was one; CARSON and his gun-runners was another. But they were few; they came like rare comets and were forgotten. Then in the Great War a new habit was born in the minds of the people, the habit of crises. Even then at first they came decently, in ordered succession--Mons, Ypres, the Coalition, Gallipoli. But the people's craving was insatiable; the people cried for more crises. Then this man stood up and said to the people, "I will give you crises." And he did. Instead of a casual crisis here and there, to every year a crisis or two, he gave them a crisis every month, every week, every day, and still they were not satisfied. And so, at last, out of all the muddle and waste and pettifogging stupidity this man created crises as men create matches, by the gross. And this was how he created them:-- _Extract from "The Slime," April 3rd, a paragraph in the Foreign Intelligence:--_ "BOBADIG, _April 1st._