For three years, the young
Democratic candidate took his vacations at a country
inn. He had an affair with the innkeeper's daughter.
Looking forward to an
exciting few days off the campaign trail, he dragged
his suitcase up the stairs of the inn, then stopped
short. There sat his lover with an infant on her lap!
"Why didn't you write
when you learned you were pregnant?" he cried.
"I would have rushed up here, we could have
gotten married, and the child would have my
name!"
"Well," she said,
"when my folks found out about my condition, we
sat up all night talkin' and talkin' and we finally
decided it would be better to have a little bastard
in the family than a Democrat.