Yet another Shakspearean volume, which promises to be of engrossing interest, has been written by Lord BLEDISLOE. It is to be called _Bacon and Hamlet_, and Sir THOMAS LIPTON has contributed an Introduction, in which the organisation of the food supply in the Elizabethan age is exhaustively described. This exhaustive work, which is dedicated to General STORRS, the Governor of Jerusalem, will be published by Messrs. FORTNUM and MASON. * * * * * [Illustration: _Nurse (reproachfully)._ "WHO DIDN'T FOLD UP HIS TROUSERS WHEN HE WENT TO BED?" _Tony_. "I KNOW. ADAM. I CAN ALWAYS GUESS THESE SUNDAY RIDDLES."] * * * * * "C'EST LA GUERRE." A brace of chemists' labels:-- This preparation is issued in amber glass pots, as a War Emergency Measure, when white glass is not available owing to shortage." "War Bottle. Amber glass is not obtainable just now, so we have to use white glass. May we ask you to grant us your kind indulgence under the circumstances?" * * * * * "A bullet fired at a pig from a humane killer, struck the wall of a Merthyr Tydvil slaughterhouse, ricochetted and wounded a butcher's manager."--_Daily Paper_. The victim regards the name of the instrument as most inept. * * * * * "Lord Salvesen, the presiding judge, arrived in Aberdeen on Monday night, and gave a winner in the Palace Hotel."--_Sunday Paper_. We hope to meet him in London before the Derby. * * * * * POLLY. _(With acknowledgments to Mr. KIPLING.)_ I went into a private 'ouse to get a place as cook; The lady ups an' greets me with a most angelic look: "I've just been makin' tea," she sez, "I 'opes as you will try These little scones wot I 'ave baked;" and to myself sez I: "It was Polly this, an' Polly that, an' 'Polly, scrub the floor,' But it's 'If you please, Miss Perkins,' since we won the bloomin' War; We won the bloomin' War, my girls, we won the bloomin' War, It's 'If you please, Miss Perkins,' since we won the bloomin' War." The lady she was out to please; we talked about the weather, An' when the tea was done we smoked a cigarette together, An' then we talked o' jazzin' an' the BILLIE CARLETON case, An' so we come in course o' time to talkin' o' the place. "You won't mind cookin' lunch?" sez she. Sez I, "Without a doubt, On Toosdays an' on Fridays, which they ain't my 'alf-days out; An' dinner, too, I'll manage"--'ere the lady give a grin-- "On Mondays an' on Thursdays, which they 'll be my evenings in."