He's played golf every day since his retirement 16 years ago. One day

he arrives home looking downcast.

"That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has

got so bad. Once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went."

His wife sympathizes, and suggests, "Why

don't you take my brother with you, and give it one more try."

"That's no good," sighs Arthur. "Your brother is 93years old. He can't

help."

"He may be a ninety 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. He tees up, takes an almighty swing, and squints down

the fairway.

He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see the ball?"

"Of course I did!", says the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight."

"Well, where did it go?" asks Arthur.

"Can't remember."