Having been asked for the umpteenth if he could spare a little change for some food, Rev. Smith finally broke down and gave the hobo on the corner of 24th and Elm a knuckle sandwich. Stunned onlookers gawked until Smith loudly asked if anyone else wanted some. They then quickly dispersed and went about their business. Smith later admitted to feeling a twang of guilt about the incident. “That knuckle sandwich had been meant for my girlfriend,” he said. Smith went home and made her a salad of deep despair instead.