Several churches in the South decided to hold revival services.
The leader was a Baptist and proud of his denomination.
"How many Baptists are here?" he asked on his first night of
All except one little lady raised their hands.
"Lady, what are you?" asked the minister.
"I'm a Methodist," meekly replied the lady.
"Why are you a Methodist?"
"Well, my grandparents were Methodists, my mother was a
Methodist, and my late husband was a Methodist."
"Well," retorted the leader, "just supposing all of your relatives
had been morons. What would that have made you?"
"Oh, I see. A Baptist, I suppose."