My great Aunt had a terrific joke about Henry:

Nixon is walking outside the Whitehouse near an area of freshly fallen snow.

He sees NIXON SUCKS in yellow snow and asks the Secret Service (and the FBI) to investigate who did it.

A couple days go by and someone from the FBI Forensics Lab comes into the Oval Office to report.

“Well?” Nixon asked.

“You’re not gonna like this.”

“Just tell me.”

“It’s Henry’s.”

“I knew it!”

“Ah. That’s not all Mr. President.”

“What else?”

“It’s Pat’s handwriting.”