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 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 No vember."

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."