I heard a great story about this fancy club that wouldn't allow golfers in, even if their families came over on the Mayflower. The families had to be descended from the guy who owned the ship. Then some members invited a business acquaintance out to play golf with them.

"I'm Jewish," the man said. "They won't let me play there."

"With you they'll never know," he was assured.

It was a challenging course, and he really wanted to play. He went despite advice from his wife against it. Soon he was back home.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Everything was fine for six holes. It was beautiful. On Number Seven, they found out."

"How?"

"I hit my drive into the lake. I walked down to play a penalty shot. As I got to the shore, the water parted."

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