_Thursday, June 7th_.--If all the hundred and sixty-eight Questions on the Order Paper had been fully answered the German Government would have learned quite a number of things that it is most anxious to know, for the Pacifist group were full of curiosity regarding the war-aims of the Allies. Several of the most searching inquiries had to be met by such discouraging _formulae_ as "I have nothing to add to my previous reply," or "The matter is still under consideration." Mr. SNOWDEN, however, learned from the HOME SECRETARY that the Government, the House and the Country were in full sympathy with the war-policy laid down by the French Government, and that we were prepared to go on fighting until it was achieved. Here is something for his colleagues to tell the Stockholm Conference, if they can get there. For some occult reason the word "cheese" always excites Parliamentary merriment. Mr. GEORGE ROBERTS'S announcement that the Board of Trade had made arrangements by which a quantity of this commodity would be available for public use next week was greeted with the customary laughter. Upon Army requirements, he added, would depend the quantity to be "released." Colonel YATE was perturbed by this Gorgonzolaesque phrase, and anxiously inquired to what species of cheese it referred. * * * * * [Illustration: THE COMFORTER. _Lance-Corporal_ (_in charge of footsore Tommy who has fallen out on the march_). "YOU'VE NOTHING TO GROUSE ABOUT. YOU'RE GETTIN' YOUR OWN BACK FROM THE GOVERNMENT. AIN'T YOU WEARIN' OUT THEIR BLINKIN' BOOTS?"] * * * * * CAUTIONARY TALES FOR THE ARMY. III. (_Private Whidden, who ate his Iron Rations and came to an untimely end_.) Private Tom Whidden had a passion For eating of his iron ration-- A thing, you know, which isn't _done_ (Except, just now and then, for fun), Because there is a rule about it And decent people rarely flout it. But Tom was greedy and each day He'd put a tin or two away, Though duty told him, clear and plain, To keep them safe as brewers' grain, For eating _as a last resort_ When eatables were running short. His Corporal said, "My lad, don't do it!" His Sergeant groaned, "I'm _sure_ you'll rue it!" But still he never stopped. At last His Captain heard and stood aghast.... Then he said sternly, "Private Whidden, Really, you know, this is forbidden. Some day, Sir, if you _will_ devour Your ration thus from hour to hour, You'll find yourself in No Man's Land With neither bite nor sup at hand. Yes, when it _is_ your proper fare, Your iron ration won't be there; Then in your hour of bitter need You will be sorry for your greed." He ceased. But Private Thomas Whidden, Being thus seriously chidden, Said simply (with a Devon burr), "Law bless us! do 'ee zay zo, Zur?" Then with an uncontrolled passion He went and ate his iron ration.