Best Fed

The newly arrived holidaymaker was amazed at the fine hefty son of the weedy little farmer and his frail wife. 'You should be proud of such a fine son,' said the holiday-maker.
'But tell me, to what do you attribute his fine physique?' 'Oh, fed him on the bottle 'till he was sixteen,' whined the farmer's wife. The guest then noticed a long raw mark running down each of the youth's cheeks and enquired as to the cause of the marks.
'Oh, the flaming Christian Brothers, sir,' replied the farmer's wife and added:
'Wouldn't let him out to his lunch so I had to feed him through the railings.'