Bastard versus lawyer

For three years, the young attorney had been taking his briefvacations at a country inn. The last time, he’d finally managed anaffair with the innkeeper’s daughter. Looking forward to an excitingfew days, he dragged his suitcase up the stairs of the inn, thenstopped short. There sat his lover with an infant on her lap!“Helen, why didn’t you write or telephone me when you learnedyou were pregnant?” he cried. “I would have rushed up here, wecould have gotten married, and the baby would have my name!”“Well,” she said, “when my folks found out about my condition,we sat up all night talkin’ and talkin’ and decided it would bebetter to have a bastard in the family than a lawyer.”