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