his father did, but it must be something terrible!" Agreeing with his wife, the innkeeper allowed Hershele to stay for the night, going so far as to offer him a large meal and a place at their table. After dinner, he offered Hershele one of his finest rooms, to which the vagabond happily agreed. - "So," he said as the dishes were cleared away. "Now that everything is settled, I'm curious: what did your father do?" - "Well, since you ask so nicely, I'll tell you," Hershele replied. "When my father was alone starving on the road, and he was refused anything to eat, why he'd go to bed hungry!" Rolls and Doughnuts Hershele once entered a restaurant and asked for two rolls. When these were brought to him he changed his mind, asked for two doughnuts instead, ate them, then walked out without paying. The owner ran after him and demanded to be paid for the doughnuts. - “But I gave you the rolls for them,” Hershele said. - “You didn’t pay for the rolls, either,” the owner said. - “Well, I haven’t eaten the rolls, have I?” Hershele replied and walked away. Good Manners One time Hershele and a vagabond friend bought two loaves of bread. Hershele picked them up from the baker, then handed the smaller one to his friend and kept the larger one for himself. - “This is very impolite,” his friend said. - “What would you have done if you were me?” Hershele asked. - “I’d give you the large loaf and keep the small one, of course!” The friend said. - “Well, you’ve got the small one. Now what do you want?” On a Dare On a dare to slap a hated man in his Jewish hometown, Hershele did just that, unprovoked. When the man asked him why he did this, Hershele replied that he thought the man was Berel. - “And if I’m Berel,” said the offended man, “does this give you the right to hit me?” - “Keep your nose out of my and Berel’s affairs,” Hershele replied. The Pig During the feast of Passover, Hershele once sat across from a self-absorbed rich man who made derogatory remarks about Hershele’s eating habits. - “What separates you from a pig, is what I’d like to know,” the man said derisively. - “The table,” Hershele replied. The Painting Once, Hershele was selling antiques