A tramp devised a new scheme for working on the sympathy of the housewife. After ringing the front door bell, he got on his knees, and began nibbling at the grass of the lawn. Presently the woman opened the door, and, in surprise at sight of him on all fours, asked what he was doing there.
The tramp got to his feet shakily, and made an eloquent clutch at his stomach as he explained:
“Dear madam, I am so hungry that like Nebuchadnezzar I just had to take to eatin’ grass.”
“Well, well, now ain’t that too bad!” the woman cried. “You go right into the back yard—the grass there is longer.”