A banker saw his old 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
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, "Good - 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."
The moral of the story is that you shouldn't ever underestimate the staying
power of old Geezers.