Isn't it Mr. DAVID ANDERSON who has set up a flourishing School for Journalists? Why shouldn't there be a School for Critics? The Master would take his pupils to the Theatre regularly, and could lecture on the Play as it proceeded. Should Managers and Actors be so blind to the best interests of their Art as to refuse to allow the play to be stopped from time to time to allow of the Instructor's remarks, then he would have to wait until after each Act, and retire with his pupils into some quiet corner of the Refreshment-room, where he could give his lecture. Or teacher and pupils could hear a Scene or an Act every night,--and if they paid for their places (a reduction being made for a quantity), the particular drama they patronised would be considerably benefited by this plan. There might be a uniform or an academic costume for these critical scholars--say Shakspearian collars, Undergraduate gown, and portable mortar-board, to fold up, and be sat upon. There might be a row reserved for them at the back of the Dress Circle, and twenty-five per cent. reduction on tickets for a series. The M.C., or Master of Critics, would take a fee for a course from each pupil. Fee to include seat at theatre, instruction, _and supper afterwards_. * * * * * IMPORTANT CONTRIBUTION TOWARDS THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE,--"Hallo!" being the recognised telephonic summons in use between companies and individuals of all nationalities, may be already considered as "Hallo'd by a variety of associations." * * * * * MR. PUNCH'S POCKET IBSEN. (_CONDENSED AND REVISED VERSION BY MR. P.'S OWN HARMLESS IBSENITE._) NO. I.--ROSMERSHÖLM (CONCLUDED.) ACT III. _Sitting-room at Rosmershölm. Sun shining outside in the Garden. Inside REBECCA WEST is watering a geranium with a small watering-pot. Her crochet antimacassar lies in the arm-chair. Madam HELSETH is rubbing the chairs with furniture-polish from a large bottle. Enter ROSMER, with his hat and stick in his hand. Madam HELSETH corks the bottle and goes out to the right._ _Rebecca_. Good morning, dear. (_A moment after--crocheting._) Have you seen Rector KROLL's paper this morning? There's something about _you_ in it. _Rosmer_. Oh, indeed? (_Puts down hat and stick, and takes up paper._) H'm! (_Reads--then walks about the room._) KROLL _has_ made it hot for me. (_Reads some more._) Oh, this is _too_ bad! REBECCA, they _do_ say such nasty spiteful things! They actually call me a renegade--and I can't _think_ why! They _mustn't_ go on like this. All that is good in human nature will go to ruin if they're allowed to attack an excellent man like me! Only think, if I can make them see how unkind they have been! _Reb._ Yes, dear, in that you have a great and glorious object to attain--and I wish you may get it! _Rosmer_. Thanks. I think I shall. (_Happens to look through window, and jumps._) Ah, no, I shan't--never now. I have just seen--