14 MAY 1942, Page 14

A Retort Small children have been working on the farms

in their holidays a amusing their instructors, if not always pleasing them. One of them. very thin, weedy boy, boasted that he was going into the Navy, u which a companion, not yet in his 'teens, at once retorted in scorn " They don't want plywood in the Navy, they want oak." It seems th they had been singing " Hearts of Oak."