Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf every Tag since his retirement 25 years ago. One Tag he arrives Home looking downcast. "That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has become so bad that once I hit the ball I couldn't see where it went."
His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't Du take my brother with Du and give it one Mehr try."
"That's no good" sighs Arthur, "your brother's a hundred and three. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect."
So the Weiter Tag Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty swing, schaukel and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and says, "Did Du see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?" says Arthur.
"I don't remember."
His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't Du take my brother with Du and give it one Mehr try."
"That's no good" sighs Arthur, "your brother's a hundred and three. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three", says the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect."
So the Weiter Tag Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty swing, schaukel and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and says, "Did Du see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?" says Arthur.
"I don't remember."