WHY I EAT GRASS

Greymouth Evening Star, 19 June 1939, Page 2

WHY I EAT GRASS

SECRETS OF STRANGE DIET,

LONDON. Mav 27

“I’ve been on a. grass diet, for two years,” declared Mr. ,J. R. B. Branson. 8.A..L.L.8., of Clapham, London, t.lrs week.

“It has rejuvenated me. I have cycled 99 miles a day; I get up at five o’clock and need not eat anything until 11 a.m. I am litter than I have ever been in my life.” Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. 67-year-old Mr. Branson, ex-soli-citor and retired farmer, goes to the bowling green on Clapham Common with a canvas hag into which the gardener empties the short, green cuttings from the brass box of his mower. These form Mr. Branson’s staple diet. He said that his Sunday meal consisted of grass, raw rolled oats and sugar. And a glass of water. “Sometimes.” he added, “1 have a little cheese, grated carrots, and beetroot. Fruit, is part of my diet. J also eat bran.”

Mr. Branson does not always eat, his grass green. When lie brings it in from the bowling green it. is washed three limes. Then some of it. is laid out on canvas frames' to dry in the sun. He showed a colander full -of prepared grass. It. was dark green, dry and smelt of the hayfield. "The staff of life!” he exclaimed. "Look at horses! Did you ever see such vigour? They eat grass.”