CHASE
Mrs Finkel was in her garden, hanging up her washing on the line when her gossipy neighbor poked her head over the fence.
"I hate to tell you this, Rachel," said the gossip, "but there's a rumor that your husband, Abe, is chasing the shiksas. And at his age too! she clucked like a chicken. "He's sixty-five, no?"
"Nu, so he's sixty-five," replied Mrs Finkel. "So let him chase girls. Dogs chase cars - but when they catch one, can they drive it?"
