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A lovely afternoon finds one fellow and his wife golfing. They have
had a wonderful time and the man has had a near perfect game.

The final hole, by far the most difficult, wraps around an old barn.
With a terrible slice the man puts the barn between his ball and the
green. Knowing that the strokes that it will take to get around the
barn will destroy his score, he begins to rant and rave.

His wife. hating to see him ruin such a great afternoon, makes a
suggestion. "What if I were to hold open the barn doors? That way
you could send it right through the barn onto the green."

He thinks this over and decides that it just mght work. With his wife
holding open the barn door he lines up with the hole and gives the
ball a terrific whack!

The ball shoots through the air and right into the head of his wife,
killing her instantly.

Months go by, the man mourning all the while. His friends, hating
to see him in such a state, convince him to go golfing with them.

They end up at the same golf course and on the final hole, oddly
enough, another terrible slice puts the old barn right between his
ball and the green. Again he begins to rant and rave at what this
dilemma will do to his score.

His friend, wanting to please him, makes a suggestion. "What if
I were to hold open the barn doors? That way you could send it
right through the barn onto the green."

"No," the man replies, "last time I did that I got two over par."
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