[T]he prime minister was at a reception where cold fried chicken was being served. The grand old man said, "I think I'd like a breast."His hostess admonished him. "Mr. Churchill, nice people don't use that word for that part of the anatomy. We say 'white meat.'" The next day, he sent her flowers, a very nice corsage. Attached was his official card, to which he had added, "I would be most obliged if you would pin this corsage on your white meat."