An older man wearing a stovepipe hat, a waistcoat and a phony beard sat down at a bar and ordered a drink.

As the bartender set it down, he asked, "Going to a party?"

"Yeah, a costume party," the man answered, "I'm supposed to come dressed as my love life."

"But you look like Abe Lincoln." protested¹ the barkeep.

"That's right. My last four scores were seven years ago."