A colored man entered the general store of a small Ohio town and complained to the storekeeper that a ham that he had purchased there a few days before had proved not to be good.
The ham is all right, Joe, insisted the storekeeper.
No, it ain't, boss, insisted the other. "Dat ham's sure bad."
How can that be, continued the storekeeper, "when it was cured only last week?"
Joe reflected solemnly a moment, and then suggested:
Maybe it's done had a relapse.