My Manchester contemporary, the Umpire, remarks anent the East-end horrors that the new out-door game of “ Jack the Ripper ” seems to have caught on. Unfortunately for the players, the authorities don’t appear to regard it in a very favourable light. The rules of the game are simplicityitself.1. Get Drunk (at somebody else’s expense, ifpossible).2. Blacken Your Face.3. Put on a Woman’s Skirt and Bonnet (or make an ass of yourself in some similar manner).4. Stand in a crowded Street and Howl.5. When the harmless Necessary Crowd Assembles, Explain how You have “ Done for ” the Woman in Whitechapel.. %6. Intimate that You are Prepared to Ripup Anybody.*The game has been played several times during the week at the East-end with great success, but, owing to the official stupidity, all the players have been presented with “ fourteen days ” of the best “ hard.” In the solemn gloom of the prison cell they4will hate ample time and opportunity to ruminate onmagisterial peculiarities.