Arthur is 90 years old. Hes played golf every day since his retirement 25 years ago.
One day he arrives home looking downcast. Thats it, he tells his wife. Im giving up golf. My eyesight has got so bad. Once Ive hit the ball, I cant see where it went.
His wife sympathizes. As they sit down, she has a suggestion: Why dont you take my brother Harry with you, and give it one more try.
Thats no good, sighs Arthur. Your brother Harry is 103 years old. He cant help.
He may be a hundred and three, says the wife, but his eyesight is perfect.
So the next day, Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law Harry.
Arthur tees up, takes an almighty swing, and squints down the fairway.
He turns to Harry and says. Did you see the ball?
Of course I did! says Harry. I have perfect eyesight.
