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On his way to class at a New York City college, my son stopped at a stand to buy a doughnut.  An elderly man took the order, looked at the six-foot-two-inch youth and said, “Beg.”  It was an unusual request, but Steve is an obliging young man.  Putting down his books, he held his hand at chest level, stuck out his tongue and panted.  The counterman looked at him strangely and said in a heavy European accent, “Do you vant a beg or don’t you?”

Reader’s Digest, July 1979, page 88