... Toby's Tale The Story of a Doy By J. W. B. Worsley I HAVE heard it said that I was born in January, 1938, and that my father was a Scottish terrier and my mother a Sealyham. I remember very little before I reached the age of four months, when I left my sister, Sue, and came to live with my present master and mistress. But I heard my master say that I came from two good breeds and that I was no ...

... IF by some miracle we could ourselves have chosen the moment for our debut in this world, few of us would have deliberately chosen the present. To have opened one's eyes upon the greatest conflict in human history is, on the face of it, a poor piece of timing. The little baby of today is certainly a baby in arms. He is in the war feet first with the rest of us and no hazards excluded, yet, on ...