Sympathy
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."