
Everyone in the smart nightclub was amazed by the old gentleman, 
obviously pushing 70, tossing off manhattans and cavorting around the dance 
floor like a 20-year old.  Finally curiousity got the best of the cigarette 
girl.  "I beg your pardon, sir," she said, "but I'm amazed to see a gentleman
of your age living it up like a youngster.  Tell me, are all of your faculties
unimpaired?"
	The old fellow looked up at the girl sadly and shook his head.  "Not 
all, I'm afraid." he said.  "Just last evening I went nightclubbing with a 
girlfriend -- we drank and danced all night and finally rolled into her place 
about two A.M.  We went to bed immediately, and I was asleep almost as soon
as my head hit the pillow.  I woke around three-thirty and nudged my girl."
	"Why, George," she said in suprise, "we did that fifteen minutes ago."
	"So you see," the old boy said sadly, "my memory is beginning to 
fail me."
