Fella at the Eppin’ Historical Society told this story with a straight face:
Some UNH boys got to drinking one night at a party in the woods and that was all right except when everybody went home, one poor soul was left behind. He’d fallen asleep, and when he woke, he was thirsty, hungry, and he didn’t know where he was.
He started walking on the gravel road, thinking it would lead to civilization sooner or later. He walked and walked. Came upon a farm house and came up with an idea. He picked up a dried cow flap in the field and went to the door: “I wonder,” he asked the lady of the house, “if I might beg a glass of water to drink with my breakfast.” He held up the cow flap.
Why, no young man would be eating a dried cow flap on her watch. She ushered him in and made up a plate of bacon and eggs.
The young man went on his way. At noon time, hungry again, he still hadn’t located civilization, i.e., Durham. So he tried the same thing at another farm house: “Might I have a glass of milk to go with my lunch,” he asked the lady of the house -- and held up a dried cow flap.
“That’s no lunch for a young man!” she said. And made him a nice sandwich.
He went along down the road. Supper time, he tried once more. This time, I’m guessing, he was going to ask directions. This time, too, instead of the lady of the house, the gentleman came to the door. The boy asked the farmer if he might beg a cup of coffee to go with his supper, and held up the dried cow flap.
“That dried cow flap is no good for supper,” the farmer said. “Come on out to the barn and I’ll get you a fresh one.”