The two little boys in the picture wore short pants and short, wide double breasted jackets over white shirts with white upfolded collars and black bow ties that looked terribly uncomfortable judging by the grimace on the chubby faces.

Patiently awaiting his opportunity until he can pounce like a predator, the henchboy again tugs out the jukebox lead just as the Guv'nor has returned to his place behind the counter.

In a later éloge, Georges Cuvier called it, with pardonable exaggeration, ‘in some respects the last words of a dying Plato’.

And withal they learn to be idle, wandering about from house to house; and not only idle, but tattlers also and busybodies, speaking things which they ought not.