**The banker saw his old friend Tom, an eighty-year old rancher, in town. **
**Tom had lost his wife a year or so before and rumour had it that he was marrying a “mail order” bride. Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumour 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, “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.”