"HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE."--"The competition for the Evill Prize also took place yesterday" (i.e., last Thursday. _Vide Times_). The prize so Evilly named was won by Mr. PHILIP BROZEL, of the Royal Academy of Music, who must have expressed himself as being at least deucedly delighted, even if he did not use some much stronger and wronger expression. Henceforth PHILIP BROZEL has an Evill reputation. Let us hope he will live up to it, and so live it down. * * * * * [Illustration: THE TELEPHONE CINDERELLA; OR, WANTED A GODMOTHER.] * * * * * MATINÉE MANIA. (_A SKETCH AT ANY THEATRE ON MOST AFTERNOONS._) SCENE--_The Front of the House. In the Boxes and Dress-circle are friends and relations of the_ Author. _In the Stalls are a couple of Stray Critics who leave early, actors and actresses "resting" more friends and relations. In the Pit, the front row is filled by the_ Author's _domestic servants, the landladies of several of the performers, and a theatrical charwoman or two, behind them a sprinkling of the general public, whose time apparently hangs heavily on their hands. In a Stage-box is the_ Author _herself, with a sycophantic_ Companion. _A murky gloom pervades the Auditorium; a scratch orchestra is playing a lame and tuneless Schottische for the second time, to compensate for a little delay of fifteen minutes between the first and second Tableaux in the Second Act. The orchestra ceases, and a Checktaker at the Pit door whistles "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!" Some restless spirits stamp feebly._ [Illustration: "Sir, a roughly-dressed stranger ... requests a few words."] _The Author._ I wish they would be a _little_ quicker. I've a good mind to go behind myself and hurry them up. The audience are beginning to get impatient. _Her Companion._ But that shows how _interested_ they are, _doesn't_ it, dear? _Author._ I think it _ought_ to interest them, but I _did_ expect they would have shown a little more enthusiasm over that situation in the last _tableau_--they're rather a _cold_ audience! _Comp._ It's above their heads, dear, that's where it is--plays are such rubbish nowadays, people don't appreciate a really _great_ drama just at first. I do hope Mr. IRVING, Mr. HARE and Mr. BEERBOHM TREE will come in--I'm sure they'll be only too _anxious_ to secure it!