High Blood Preasure

When a physician remarked on the old perfesser's extraordinarily ruddy complexion, he said, "High blood pressure, Doc. It comes from my family."

"Your mother's side or your father's?" the doctor asked.

"Neither," replied the old perfesser. "It's from my wife's family."

"Oh, come now," said the doc. "How could your wife's family give you high blood pressure?"

The old perfesser sighed. "You oughta meet 'em sometime, Doc!"