Sylvester was a sprightly ninety years of age when

Sylvester was a sprightly ninety years of age when he married Elizabeth, who was a resoundingly ripe eighteen-year-old. As they prepared for bed on their wedding night, he asked her: "Tell me, sweet child, did your mother tell you the facts of life?" She blushed furiously from her hairline to the tips of her toes. "No," she shyly murmured. "That's a great pity," he said, "because I'm afraid I've forgotten them."