Old Albert went into the secretary's office at the golf club one day and said: "Mr Secretary I have come to let you know that I have decided to resign my membership this year."

"I am very sorry to hear that, Albert," he said "What's the problem?"

"Well, it's the damn eyesight you know; at 83 it's deteriorating so badly that even the strongest specs can't help. As soon as I hit the ball I can't see it; it's a complete waste of time."

"Don't despair, Albert," says the Secretary, "we have a new member called Henry who's 97 and he's got A1 eyesight; doesn't even wear specs. I'll pair him with you in the monthly medal this weekend and he can keep an eye on your ball for you."

"Great," says Albert, "thanks very much."

There they are on Saturday morning, on the first tee. Albert steps up and hits his drive. "Did you see it Henry?"

"Yes Albert, I saw it."

"Where did it go?"

I can't remember."

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