The banker saw his old friend Harry, an eighty-year-old rancher, in town one day. Harry had lost his wife a year or so before and rumor had it that he was marrying again. Being a good friend, the banker asked Harry if the rumor was true. Harry assured him that it was. The banker then asked Harry the age of his new bride to be. Harry proudly said, "She'll be twenty-one in this December." Now the banker, being the wise man that he was, could see that the sexual appetite of a young woman could not be satisfied by an eighty-year-old man. Wanting his old friend's later years to be happy ones, the banker tactfully suggested that Harry should consider getting a hired hand to help him out on the ranch, knowing nature would take its own course. Harry thought this was a good idea and said he would look for one that afternoon. About four months later, the banker ran into Harry in town again. "How's the new wife?" asked the banker. Harry proudly said, "Oh, she's pregnant." The banker, happy that his sage advise had worked out, continued, "And how's the hired hand?" Without hesitating, Harry said, "She's pregnant too!" |