A man is having breakfast when his wife suddenly hits him across the ear with a newspaper.
“What on earth was that for?” he asked.
“Well, I’ve just been emptying out the pockets of your shirt and I’ve found a piece of paper with a girl’s name on it: Mary-Ellen”
“oh no,” he says, you have got it wrong. Mary-Ellen is the name of the racehorse.
I put the bet on it and it won.
Oh, well I guess that’s OK then, his wife says.
About four weeks pass and then out of the blue one morning he gets another clip over the ear with a newspaper.
What was that for this time, he asked.
Your horse just phoned, his wife replied.