Thanks to Rich Doyle, author of [1] Save the Males: It’s about time:

That reminds me of a joke that was quite popular when I was much younger, in about the early 1950s.

A few fellows were having a beer before going home on their payday.  They all swapped stories of how little money each would be left with after they delivered their pay-envelopes to their respective wives (in those days there was no such thing as paycheques, guys received cash on Fridays).

One story topped all the others that had been told.  The poor guy said: “I don’t know what you all are whining about.  When I come home to deliver my pay, I have to walk on my hands into the house, so that even any change falls out of my pockets.”

And that was before feminism was being discussed in polite circles.