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Evening Star, Issue 23817, 22 February 1941, Page 19

They had been invited to dinner at the house of a prominent local resident. As there was no one to look after little Tommy, it was necessary to take him, too. The meal started oil well enough, but while Tommy was trying to cut the meat on his plate it slipped off on to the floor, and his mother’s face flushed. “ Tommy,” she whispered tensely. “ yon must apologise to Mrs Ayres at once. Get up and sav something quickly.” The child slowly picked the meat from the floor and said: ” I'm sorry, Mrs Ayres. It s funny, but tough meat always docs do that.”