An old man tottered
Into a lawyer''s off
Ice and asked for help
In arrang
Ing a d
Ivorce. "A d
Ivorce?" asked the unbel
Iev
Ing lawyer. "Tell me, how old are you?"
"
I''m e
Ighty-four, " answered the old man.
"E
Ighty-four! And how old
Is your w
Ife?"
"My w
Ife
Is e
Ighty-one. "
"My, my," sa
Id the lawyer, "And how long have you been marr
Ied?"
"Next September we w
Ill complete s
Ixty-two years."
"Marr
Ied for s
Ixty-two years?! Why would you want a d
Ivorce now?"
"Because," the man answered calmly, "enough
Is enough."