The banker saw his friend Tom, an eighty-year
old rancher, in town. Tom had lost his wife a year
or so before and rumor had it that he was marrying
a "mail order" bride.

Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the
rumor was true. Tom assured him that it was. The
banker then asked Tom the age of his new bride
to be. Tom proudly said, "She'll be twenty-one in
November."

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 remaining years to be
happy, the banker tactfully suggested that Tom
should consider getting a hired hand to help him
out on the ranch, knowing nature would take its
own course. Tom thought this was a good idea and
said he would look for one that afternoon.

About four months later, the banker ran into Tom
in town again. "How's the new wife?" asked the
banker. Tom proudly said, "Oh, she's pregnant."

The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked
out, continued, "And how's the hired hand?"

Without hesitating, Tom said, "She's pregnant too.

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