Thought you might like this sent in from Claws.

I found this in an old newspaper, The Sligo Independence, 1950.

It was a dramatic moment in a play at a Dublin theatre. The hard-hearted father was turning out his erring daughter. "Go!" he said, thrusting the door open. "Go - and never darken my door again!" "But what will I do?" she sobbed. Where will I go?"

A deep silence followed, except for the sobs of the desolate daughter, when the shrill voice of a kind-hearted little girl in the gallery called out, "Come home with us, alanna."