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190.
The weekly poker group was in the midst of an exceptionally exciting hand when one of the group
fell dead of a heart attack. He was laid on a couch in the room, and one of the three remaining
members asked,
”What shall we do now?”
”I SUGGEST,” said Mulla Nasrudin, the most new member of the group, ”THAT OUT OF RESPECT
FOR OUR DEAR DEPARTED FRIEND, WE FINISH THIS HAND STANDING UP.”

191.
”With all of the evidence to the contrary,” the district attorney said to the defendant, ”do you still
maintain Nasrudin, that your wife died of a broken heart?”
”I CERTAINLY DO,” said Mulla Nasrudin. ”IF SHE HAD NOT BROKEN MY HEART, I WOULDN’T
HAVE SHOT HER.”

192.
Mulla Nasrudin and his partner closed the business early one Friday afternoon and went off together
for a long weekend in the country. Seated playing canasta under the shade of trees, the partner
looked up with a start and said. ”Good Lord, Mulla, we forgot to lock the safe.”
”SO WHAT,” replied Nasrudin. ”THERE’S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. WE ARE BOTH HERE.”

193.
Mulla Nasrudin was tired, weary, bored. He called for his limousine, got in and said to the chauffeur:
”JAMES, DRIVE FULL SPEED OVER THE CLIFF. I HAVE DECIDED TO COMMIT SUICIDE.”

194.
Mulla Nasrudin was stopped one day by a collector of charity and urged to ”give till it hurts.” Nasrudin
shook his head and said, ”WHY THE VERY IDEA HURTS.”

195.
The young doctor stood gravely at the bedside, looking down at the sick Mulla Nasrudin, and said to
him: ”I am sorry to tell you, but you have scarlet fever. This is an extremely contagious disease.”
Mulla Nasrudin turned to his wife and said, ”My dear, if any of my creditors call, tell them I AM AT
LAST IN A POSITION TO GIVE THEM SOMETHING.”

196.
Mulla Nasrudin was scheduled to die in a gas chamber. On the morning of the day of his execution
he was asked by the warden if there was anything special he would like for breakfast.
”YES,” said Nasrudin, ”MUSHROOMS. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID TO EAT THEM FOR FEAR
OF BEING POISONED.”

197.
The new politician was chatting with old Mulla Nasrudin, who asked him how he was doing.
”Not so good,” said the new man. ”Every place I go, I get insulted.”
”THAT’S FUNNY,” said the Mulla. ”I HAVE BEEN IN POLITICS FOR MORE THAN SIXTY YEARS
MYSELF AND I HAVE HAD MY PROPAGANDA LITERATURE PITCHED OUT THE DOOR, BEEN
THROWN OUT MYSELF, KICKED DOWN STAIRS; AND WAS EVEN PUNCHED IN THE NOSE
ONCE BUT, I WAS NEVER INSULTED.”

198.
The old man was ninety years old and his son, Mulla Nasrudin, who himself was now seventy years
old, was trying to get him placed in a nursing home. The place was crowded and Nasrudin was
having difficulty.
”Please,” he said to the doctor. ”You must take him in.
He is getting feeble minded. Why, all day long he sits in the bathtub, playing with a rubber Donald
Duck!”
”Well,” said the psychiatrist, ”he may be a bit senile but he is not doing any harm, is he?”
”BUT,” said Mulla Nasrudin in tears, ”IT’S MY DONALD DUCK.”

199.
It was the day of the hanging, and as Mulla Nasrudin was led to the foot of the steps of the scaffold.
he suddenly stopped and refused to walk another step.
”Let’s go,” the guard said impatiently. ”What’s the matter?”
”SOMEHOW,” said Nasrudin, ”THOSE STEPS LOOK MIGHTY RICKETY – THEY JUST DON’T
LOOK SAFE ENOUGH TO WALK UP.”

200.
In earlier days in America it was not unusual for politicians to take advantage of a public hanging to
address the crowd of spectators. When Mulla Nasrudin, the condemned, was told a politician was
going to speak on the grim occasion. ”HAVE ME FIRST, PLEASE,” screamed Mulla Nasrudin. But
it was not possible. So Mulla Nasrudin thanked the speaker for making it easier to die”.

201.
Mulla Nasrudin was tired, weary, bored. He called for his limousine, got in and said to the chauffeur:
”JAMES. DRIVE FULL SPEED OVER THE CLIFF. I HAVE DECIDED TO COMMIT SUICIDE.”

180.
A blind man went with Mulla Nasrudin to the race-track to bet on a horse named Bolivar. The Mulla
stood next to him and related Bolivar’s progress in the race.
”How is Bolivar at the quarter?”
”Coming good.”
”And how is Bolivar at the half?”
”Running strong!”
After a few seconds, ”How is Bolivar at the three-quarter?”
”Holding his own.”
”How is Bolivar in the stretch?”
”In there running like hell!” said Nasrudin. ”HE IS HEADING FOR THE LINE, DRIVING ALL THE
OTHER HORSES IN FRONT OF HIM.”

181.
”Why do you call your mule ”POLITICIAN,” Mulla?” a neighbor asked.
”BECAUSE,” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”THIS MULE GETS MORE BLAME AND ABUSE THAN
ANYTHING ELSE AROUND HERE, BUT HE STILL GOES AHEAD AND DOES JUST WHAT HE
DAMN PLEASES.”

182.
”You look mighty dressed up, Mulla,” a friend said to Mulla Nasrudin. ”What’s going on, something
special?”
”Yes,” said the Mulla, ”I am celebrating tonight with my wife. I am taking her to dinner in honor of
seven years of perfect married happiness.”
”Seven years of married happiness,” the friend said. ”Why man, I think that’s wonderful.”
”I THINK IT’S PRETTY GOOD MYSELF,” said Nasrudin. ”SEVEN OUT OF SEVENTY.”

183.
A newspaper reporter was interviewing Mulla Nasrudin on the occasion of his 105th birthday.
”Tell me,” he said, ”do you believe the younger generation is on the road to perdition?”
”YES, SIR,” said old Nasrudin. ”AND I HAVE BELIEVED IT FOR MORE THAN NINETY YEARS.”

184.
”Why didn’t you answer the letter I sent you?” demanded Mulla Nasrudin’s wife.
”Why, I didn’t get any letter from you,” said Nasrudin. ”AND BESIDES, I DIDN’T LIKE THE THINGS
YOU SAID IN IT!”

185.
After giving his speech, the guest of the evening was standing at the door with Mulla Nasrudin, the
president of the group, shaking hands with the folks as they left the hall.
Compliments were coming right and left, until one fellow shook hands and said, ”I thought it stunk.”
”What did you say?” asked the surprised speaker.
”I said it stunk. That’s the worst speech anybody ever gave around here. Whoever invited you to
speak tonight ought to be but out of the club.” With that he turned and walked away.
”DON’T PAY ANY ATTENTION TO THAT MAN,” said Mulla Nasrudin to the speaker. ”HE’S A NITWlT.
WHY, THAT MAN NEVER HAD AN ORIGINAL, THOUGHT IN HIS LIFE. ALL HE DOES IS LISTEN
TO WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAY, THEN HE GOES AROUND REPEATING IT.”

186.
”Well, Mulla,” said the priest, ”’I am glad to see you out again after your long illness. You have had a
bad time of it.”
”Indeed, Sir,” said Mulla Nasrudin.
”And, when you were so near Death’s door, did you feel afraid to meet God?” asked the priest.
”NO, SIR,” said Nasrudin. ”IT WAS THE OTHER GENTLEMAN.”

187.
In a street a small truck loaded with glassware collided with a large truck laden with bricks, and
practically all of the glassware was smashed.
Considerable sympathy was felt for the driver as he gazed ruefully at the shattered fragments. A
benevolent looking old gentleman eyed him compassionately.
”My poor man,” he said, ”I suppose you will have to make good this loss out of your own pocket?”
”Yep,” was the melancholy reply.
”Well, well,” said the philanthropic old gentleman, ”hold out your hat – here’s fifty cents for you; and
I dare say some of these other people will give you a helping hand too.”
The driver held out his hat and over a hundred persons hastened to drop coins in it. At last, when
the contributions had ceased, he emptied the contents of his hat into his pocket. Then, pointing to
the retreating figure of the philanthropist who had started the collection, he observed ”SAY, MAYBE
HE AIN’T THE WISE GUY! THAT’S ME BOSS, MULLA NASRUDIN!”

188.
Mulla Nasrudin, whose barn burned down, was told by the insurance company that his policy
provided that the company build a new barn, rather than paying him the cash value of it. The
Mulla was incensed by this.
”If that’s the way you fellows operate,” he said, ”THEN CANCEL THE INSURANCE I HAVE ON MY
WIFE’S LIFE.”

189.
Mulla Nasrudin had spent eighteen months on deserted island, the lone survivor when his yacht
sank.
He had managed so well, he thought less and less of his business and his many investments. But
he was nonetheless delighted to see a ship anchor off shore and launch a small boat that headed
toward the island.
When the boat crew reached the shore the officer in charge came forward with a bundle of current
newspapers and magazines. ”The captain,” explained the officer, ”thought you would want to look
over these papers to see what has been happening in the world, before you decide that you want to
be rescued.”
”It’s very thoughtful of him,” replied Nasrudin. ”BUT I THINK I NEED AN ACCOUNTANT MOST OF
ALL. I HAVEN’T FILED AN INCOME TAX RETURN FOR TWO YEARS, AND WHAT WITH THE
PENALTIES AND ALL, I AM NOT SURE I CAN NOW AFFORD TO RETURN.”

170.
In asking Mulla Nasrudin for a loan of
10, awomansaidtohim, ”IfIdon0tgettheloanIwillberuined.”
”Madam,” replied Nasrudin, ”IF A WOMAN CAN BE RUINED FOR
10, THENSHEISN0TWORTHSAV ING.”

171.
Mulla Nasrudin met a man on a London street. They had known each other slightly in America.
”How are things with you?” asked the Mulla.
”Pretty fair,” said the other. ”I have been doing quite well in this country.”
”How about lending me 100, then?”saidNasrudin.
”Why I hardly know you, and you are asking me to lend you 100!”
”I can’t understand it,” said Nasrudin. ”IN THE OLD COUNTRY PEOPLE WOULD NOT LEND ME
MONEY BECAUSE THEY KNEW ME, AND HERE I CAN’T GET A LOAN BECAUSE THEY DON’T
KNOW ME.”

171.
”I have found the road to success no easy matter,” said Mulla Nasrudin. ”I started at the bottom. I
worked twelve hours a day. I sweated. I fought. I took abuse. I did things I did not approve of. But I
kept right on climbing the ladder.”
”And now, of course, you are a success, Mulla?” prompted the interviewer.
”No, I would not say that,” replied Nasrudin with a laugh. ”JUST QUOTE ME AS SAYING THAT I
HAVE BECOME AN EXPERT AT CLIMBING LADDERS.”

172.
Mulla Nasrudin, asked if he believed in luck, replied ”CERTAINLY: HOW ELSE DO YOU EXPLAIN
THE SUCCESS OF THOSE YOU DON’T LIKE?”

173.
Mulla Nasrudin was the witness in a railroad accident case.
”You saw this accident while riding the freight train?”
”Where were you when the accident happened?”
”Oh, about forty cars from the crossing.”
”Forty car lengths at 2 a. m.! Your eyesight is remarkable! How far can you see at night, anyway?”
”I CAN’T EXACTLY SAY,” said Nasrudin. ”JUST HOW FAR AWAY IS THE MOON?”

174.
Mulla Nasrudin’s wife seeking a divorce charged that her husband ”thinks only of horse racing. He
talks horse racing: he sleeps horse racing and the racetrack is the only place he goes. It is horses,
horses, horses all day long and most of the night. He does not even know the date of our wedding.
”That’s not true, Your Honour,” cried Nasrudin. ”WE WERE MARRIED THE DAY DARK STAR WON
THE KENTUCKY DERBY.”

175.
There was a play in which an important courtroom scene included Mulla Nasrudin as a hurriedly
recruited judge. All that he had to do was sit quietly until asked for his verdict and give it as instructed
by the play’s director.
But Mulla Nasrudin was by no means apathetic, he became utterly absorbed in the drama being
played before him. So absorbed, in fact, that instead of following instructions and saying ”Guilty,” the
Mulla arose and firmly said, ”NOT GUILTY.”

176.
Two graduates of the Harvard School of Business decided to start their own business and put into
practice what they had learned in their studies. But they soon went into bankruptcy and Mulla
Nasrudin took over their business. The two educated men felt sorry for the Mulla and taught him
what they knew about economic theory.
Some time later the two former proprietors called on their successor when they heard he was doing
a booming business. ”What’s the secret of your success?”
they asked Mulla Nasrudin.
”T’ain’t really no secret,” said Nasrudin. ”As you know, schooling and theory is not in my line. I just
buy an article for 1andsellitfor2. ONE PER CENT PROFIT IS ENOUGH FOR ME.”

177.
Mulla Nasrudin’s testimony in a shooting affair was unsatisfactory. When asked, ”Did you see the
shot fired?” the Mulla replied, ”No, Sir, I only heard it.”
”Stand down,” said the judge sharply. ”Your testimony is of no value.”
Nasrudin turned around in the box to leave and when his back was turned to the judge he laughed
loud and derisively. Irate at this exhibition of contempt, the judge called the Mulla back to the chair
and demanded to know how he dared to laugh in the court.
”Did you see me laugh, Judge?” asked Nasrudin.
”No, but I heard you,” retorted the judge.
”THAT EVIDENCE IS NOT SATISFACTORY, YOUR HONOUR.” said Nasrudin respectfully.

178.
Mulla Nasrudin and a friend went to the racetrack.
The Mulla decided to place a hunch bet on Chopped Meat.
On his way to the betting window he encountered a tout who talked him into betting on Tug of War
since, said the tout, ”Chopped Meat does not have a chance.”
The next race the friend decided to play a hunch and bet on a horse named Overcoat. On his way
to the window he met the same tout, who convinced him Overcoat did not have a chance and talked
him into betting on Flying Feet. So Overcoat won, and Flyiny Feet came in last. On their way to the
parking lot for the return trip, winnerless, the two friends decided to buy some peanuts. The Mulla
said he’d get them. He came back with popcorn.
”What’s the idea?” said his friend ”I thought we agreed to buy peanuts.”
”YES, I KNOW,” said Mulla Nasrudin. ”BUT I MET THAT MAN AGAIN.”

179.
Mulla Nasrudin was telling a friend that he was starting a business in partnership with another fellow.
”How much capital are you putting in it, Mulla?” the friend asked.
”None. The other man is putting up the capital, and I am putting in the experience,” said the Mulla.
”So, it’s a fifty-fifty agreement.”
”Yes, that’s the way we are starting out,” said Nasrudin, ”BUT I FIGURE IN ABOUT FIVE YEARS I
WILL HAVE THE CAPITAL AND HE WILL HAVE THE EXPERIENCE.”

150.
Mulla Nasrudin and his wife were guests at an English country home – an atmosphere new and
uncomfortable to them. In addition, they were exceptionally awkward when it came to hunting; so
clumsy in fact that the Mulla narrowly missed shooting the wife of their host. When the Englishman
sputtered his rage at such dangerous ineptness, Mulla Nasrudin handed his gun to the Englishman
and said, ”WELL, HERE, TAKE MY GUN; IT’S ONLY FAIR THAT YOU HAVE A SHOT AT MY WIFE.”

151.
Mulla Nasrudin and his friend, out hunting, were stopped by a game warden. The Mulla took off,
and the game warden went after him and caught him, and then the Mulla showed the warden his
hunting licence.
”Why did you run when you had a licence?” asked the warden.
”BECAUSE,” said Nasrudin, ”THE OTHER FELLOW DIDN’T HAVE ONE.”

152.
The great specialist had just completed his medical examination of Mulla Nasrudin and told him the
fee was 25.
”The fee is too high I ain’t got that much.” said the Mulla.
”Well make it 15, then.”
”It’s still too much. I haven’t got it,” said the Mulla.
”All right,” said the doctor, ”give me 5andbeatit.”
”Who has 5?Notme, ”saidtheMulla.
”Well give me whatever you have, and get out,” said the doctor.
”Doctor, I have nothing,” said the Mulla.
By this time the doctor was in a rage and said, ”If you have no money you have some nerve to call
on a specialist of my standing and my fees.”
Mulla Nasrudin, too, now got mad and shouted back at the doctor: ”LET ME TELL YOU, DOCTOR,
WHEN MY HEALTH IS CONCERNED NOTHING IS TOO EXPENSIVE FOR ME.”

153.
Mulla Nasrudin was talking in the teahouse on the lack of GOOD SAMARITAN SPIRIT in the world
today. To illustrate he recited an episode: ”During the lunch hour I walked with a friend toward a
nearby restaurant when we saw laying on the street a helpless fellow human who had collapsed.”
After a solemn pause the Mulla added, ”Not only had nobody bothered to stop and help this poor
fellow, BUT ON OURWAY BACK AFTER LUNCH WE SAWHIM STILL LYING IN THE SAME SPOT.”

154.
Mulla Nasrudin sitting in the street car addressed the woman standing before him: ”You must excuse
my not giving you my seat – I am a member of The Sit Still Club.”
”Certainly, Sir,” the woman replied. ”And please excuse my staring – I belong to The Stand and
Stare Club.”
She proved it so well that Mulla Nasrudin at last got to his feet.
”I GUESS, MA’AM,” he mumbled, ”I WILL RESIGN FROM MY CLUB AND JOIN YOURS.”

155.
”I am terribly worried,” said Mulla Nasrudin to the psychiatrist. ”My wife thinks she’s a horse.”
”We should be able to cure her,” said the psychiatrist ”But it will take a long time and quite a lot of
money.”
”OH, MONEY IS NO PROBLEM,” said Nasrudin. ”SHE HAS WON SO MANY HORSE RACES.”

156.
The caravan was marching through the desert. It was hot and dry with not a drop of water anywhere.
Mulla Nasrudin fell to the ground and moaned.
”What’s the matter with him?” asked the leader of the caravan.
”He is just homesick,” said Nasrudin’s companion.
”Homesick? We are all homesick,” said the leader.
”YES,” said Mulla Nasrudin’s companion ”BUT HE IS WORSE. HE OWNS A TAVERN.”

157.
Mulla Nasrudin’s son was studying homework and said his father, ”Dad, what is a monologue?”
”A MONOLOGUE,” said Nasrudin, ”IS A CONVERSATION BEING CARRIED ON BY YOUR
MOTHER WITH ME.”

158.
Mulla Nasrudin stormed out of his office and yelled, ”SOMETHING HAS GOT TO BE DONE ABOUT
THOSE SIX PHONES ON MY DESK. FOR THE PAST FIVE MINUTES I HAVE BEEN TALKING TO
MYSELF.”

159.
Mulla Nasrudin was complaining to a friend.
”My wife is a nagger,” he said.
”What is she fussing about this time?” his friend asked.
”Now,” said the Mulla, ”she has begun to nag me about what I eat. This morning she asked me if I
knew how many pancakes I had eaten. I told her I don’t count pancakes and she had the nerve to
tell me I had eaten 19 already.”
”And what did you say?” asked his friend.
”I didn’t say anything,” said Nasrudin. ”I WAS SO MAD, I JUST GOT UP FROM THE TABLE AND
WENT TO WORK WITHOUT MY BREAKFAST.”

160.
Mulla Nasrudin had been arrested for being drunk and was being questioned at the police station.
”So you say, you are a poet,” demanded the desk sargeant.
”Yes, Sir,” said the Mulla.
”That’s not so, Sargeant,” said the arresting officer.
”I SEARCHED HIM AND FOUND 500INHISPOCKET.”

161.
Mulla Nasrudin was bragging about his rich friends. ”I have one friend who saves five hundred
dollars a day,” he said.
”What does he do, Mulla?” asked a listener. ”How does he save five hundred dollars a day?”
”Every morning when he goes to work, he goes in the subway,” said Nasrudin. ”You know in the
subway, there is a five-hundred dollar fine if you spit, SO, HE DOESN’T SPIT!”

162.
Mulla Nasrudin looked at the drug clerk doubtfully. ”I take it for granted,” he said, ”that you are a
qualified druggist.”
”Oh, yes, Sir” he said.
”Have you passed all the required examinations?”
asked the Mulla.
”Yes,” he said again.
”You have never poisoned anybody by mistake, have you?” the Mulla asked.
”Why, no!” he said.
”IN THAT CASE,” said Nasrudin, ”PLEASE GIVE ME TEN CENTS’ WORTH OF EPSOM SALTS.”

163.
Mulla Nasrudin went to get a physical examination.
He was so full of alcohol that the doctor said to him,
”You will have to come back the day after tomorrow. Any examination we might make today would
not mean anything – that’s what whisky does, you know.”
”YES, I KNOW,” said Nasrudin. ”I SOMETIMES HAVE THAT TROUBLE MYSELF. I WILL DO AS
YOU SAY AND COME BACK THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW – WHEN YOU ARE SOBER, SIR.”

164.
Mulla Nasrudin had been to see the doctor. When he came home, his wife asked him: ”Well, did the
doctor find out what you had?”
”ALMOST,” said Nasrudin. ”I HAD 40ANDHECHARGEDME49.”

165.
Mulla Nasrudin, elected to the Congress, was being interviewed by the press. One reporter asked:
”Do you feel that you have influenced public opinion, Sir?”
”NO,” answered Nasrudin. ”PUBLIC OPINION IS SOMETHING LIKE A MULE I ONCE OWNED. IN
ORDER TO KEEP UP THE APPEARANCE OF BEING THE DRIVER, I HAD TO WATCH THE WAY
IT WAS GOING AND THEN FOLLOWED AS CLOSELY AS I COULD.”

166.
An insurance salesman had been talking for hours try-ing to sell Mulla Nasrudin on the idea of
insuring his barn. At last he seemed to have the prospect interested because he had begun to ask
questions.
”Do you mean to tell me,” asked the Mulla, ”that if I give you a check for
75andifmybarnburnsdown, youwillpayme50,000?’
”That’s exactly right,” said the salesman. ”Now, you are beginning to get the idea.”
”Does it matter how the fire starts?” asked the Mulla.
”Oh, yes,” said the salesman. ”After each fire we made a careful investigation to make sure the fire
was started accidentally. Otherwise, we don’t pay the claim.”
”HUH,” grunted Nasrudin, ”I KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.”

167.
The blacksheep of the family had applied to his brother, Mulla Nasrudin, for a loan, which he agreed
to grant him at an interest rate of 9 per cent.
The never-do-well complained about the interest rate ”What will our poor father say when he looks
down from his eternal home and sees one of his sons charging another son 9 per cent on a loan?”
”FROM WHERE HE IS,” said Nasrudin, ”IT WILL LOOK LIKE 6 PER CENT.”

168.
”Mulla, how about lending me 50?”askedafriend.
”Sorry,” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”I can only let you have 25.”
”But why not the entire 50,MULLA?”
”NO,” said Nasrudin, ”THAT WAY IT’S EVEN – EACH ONE OF US LOSES 25.”

169.
Mulla Nasrudin and one of his merchant friends on their way to New York were travelling in a carriage
and chatting. Suddenly a band of armed bandits appeared and ordered them to halt.
”Your money or your life,” boomed the leader of the bandits.
’Just a moment please,” said Mulla Nasrudin. ”I owe my friend here
500, andIwouldliketopayhimfirst.
”YOSEL,” said Nasrudin, ”HERE IS YOUR DEBT. REMEMBER, WE ARE SQUARE NOW.”

130.
The minister was congratulating Mulla Nasrudin on his 40th wedding anniversary. ”It requires a lot
of patience, tolerance, and understanding to live with the same woman for 40 years,” he said.
”THANK YOU,” said Nasrudin, ”BUT SHE’S NOT THE SAMEWOMAN SHEWAS WHENWE WERE
FIRST MARRIED.”

131.
Mulla Nasrudin was talking to his little girl about being brave.
”But ain’t you afraid of cows and horses?” she asked.
”Of course not.” said the Mulla
”And ain’t you afraid of bees and thunder and lightening?” asked the child.
”Certainly not.” said the Mulla again.
”GEE, DADDY,” she said ”GUESS YOU AIN’T AFRAID OF NOTHING IN THE WORLD BUT MAMA.”

132.
The audience was questioning Mulla Nasrudin who had just spoken on big game hunting in Africa.
”Is it true,” asked one, ”that wild beasts in the jungle won’t harm you if you carry a torch?”
”THAT ALL DEPENDS,” said Nasrudin ”ON HOW FAST YOU CARRY IT.”

133.
A father was bragging about his daughter who had studied painting in Paris.
”This is the sunset my daughter painted,” he said to Mulla Nasrudin. ”She studied painting abroad,
you know.”
”THAT ACCOUNTS FOR IT,” said Nasrudin. ”I NEVER SAW A SUNSET LIKE THAT IN THIS
COUNTRY.”

134.
Mulla Nasrudin and one of his friends rented a boat and went fishing. In a remote part of the like
they found a spot where the fish were really biting.
”We’d better mark this spot so we can come back tomorrow,” said the Mulla.
”O.k., I’ll do it,” replied his friend.
When they got back to the dock, the Mulla asked, ”Did you mark that spot?”
”Sure,” said the second, ”I put a chalk mark on the side of the boat.”
”YOU NITWIT,” said Nasrudin. ”HOW DO YOU KNOW WE WILL GET THE SAME BOAT
TOMORROW?”

135.
One evening when a banquet was all set to begin, the chairman realized that no minister was present
to return thanks. He turned to Mulla Nasrudin, the main speaker and said, ”Sir, since there is no
minister here, will you ask the blessing, please?”
Mulla Nasrudin stood up, bowed his head, and with deep feeling said, ”THERE BEING NO
MINISTER PRESENT, LET US THANK GOD.”

136.
”Have I not shaved you before, Sir?” the barber asked Mulla Nasrudin.
”NO,” said Nasrudin, ”I GOT THAT SCAR DURING THE WAR.”

137.
A barber was surprised to get a tip from Mulla Nasrudin, a customer, before he even climbed into
the chair.
”You are the first customer, Mulla,” he said, ”ever to give me a tip before I cut the hair.”
”THAT’S NOT A TIP,” said Nasrudin. ”THAT’S HUSH MONEY.

138.
”Thankful! What do I have to be thankful for? I can’t pay my bills,” said one fellow to Mulla Nasrudin.
”WELL, THEN,” said Nasrudin, ”BE THANKFUL YOU AREN’T ONE OF YOUR CREDITORS.”

139.
The pilot at the air show was taking passengers up for a spin around town for five dollars a ride.
As he circled city with Mulla Nasrudin, the only customer aboard, he his engine and began to glide
toward the airport.
”I will bet those people down there think my engine couped out,” he laughed. ”I will bet half of them
are scared to death.”
”THAT’S NOTHING.” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”HALF OF US UP HERE ARE TOO.”

140.
Mulla Nasrudin who was reeling drunk was getting into his automobile when a policeman came up
and asked
”You’re not going to drive that car, are you?”
”CERTAINLY I AM GOING TO DRIVE,” said Nasrudin. ”ANYBODY CAN SEE I AM IN NO
CONDITION TO WALK.”

141.
Mulla Nasrudin and his wife on a safari cornered a lion. But the lion fooled them; instead of standing
his ground and fighting, the lion took to his heels and escaped into the underbush.
Mulla Nasrudin terrified very much, was finally asked to stammer out to his wife, ”YOU GO AHEAD
AND SEE WHERE THE LION HAS GONE, AND I WILL TRACE BACK AND SEE WHERE HE
CAME FROM.”

142.
Mulla Nasrudin and a friend were chatting at a bar.
”Do you have the same trouble with your wife that I have with mine?” asked the Mulla.
”What trouble?”
”Why, money trouble. She keeps nagging me for money, money, money, and then more money,” said
the Mulla.
”What does she want with all the money you give her? What does she do with it?”
”I DON’T KNOW,” said Nasrudin. ”I NEVER GIVE HER ANY.”

143.
Mulla Nasrudin’s weekend guest was being driven to the station by the family chauffeur.
”I hope you won’t let me miss my train,” he said.
”NO, SIR,” said the chauffeur. ”THE MULLA SAID IF DID, I’D LOSE MY JOB.”

144.
Mulla Nasrudin: ”My wife has a chronic habit of sitting up every night until two and three o’clock in
the morning and I can’t break her of it.”
Sympathetic friend: ”Why does she sit up that late?”
Nasrudin: ”WAITING FOR ME TO COME HOME.”

145.
”Mulla, did your father leave much money when he died?”
”NO,” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”NOT A CENT. IT WAS THIS WAY. HE LOST HIS HEALTH GETTING
WEALTHY, THEN HE LOST HIS WEALTH TRYING TO GET HEALTHY.”

146.
Mulla Nasrudin, a mental patient, was chatting with the new superintendent at the state hospital.
”We like you a lot better than we did the last doctor,” he said.
The new superintendent was obviously pleased. ”And would you mind telling me why?” he asked.
”OH, SOMEHOW YOU JUST SEEM SO MUCH MORE LIKE ONE OF US,” said Nasrudin.

147.
Mulla Nasrudin: ”How much did you pay for that weird-looking hat?”
Wife: ”It was on sale, and I got it for a song.”
Nasrudin ”WELL, IF I HADN’T HEARD YOU SING. I’D SWEAR YOU HAD BEEN CHEATED.”

148.
Mulla Nasrudin was a hypochondriac He has been pestering the doctors of his town to death for
years.
Then one day, a young doctor, just out of the medical school moved to town. Mulla Nasrudin was
one of his first patients.
”I have heart trouble,” the Mulla told him. And then he proceeded to describe in detail a hundred and
one symptoms of all sorts of varied ailments. When he was through he said, ”It is heart trouble, isn’t
it?”
”Not necessarily,” the young doctor said. ”You have described so many symptoms that you might
well have something else wrong with you.”
”HUH,” snorted Mulla Nasrudin ”YOU HAVE YOUR NERVE. A YOUNG DOCTOR, JUST OUT OF
SCHOOL, DISAGREEING WITH AN EXPERIENCED INVALID LIKE ME.”

149.
Mulla Nasrudin called his wife from the office and said he would like to bring a friend home for dinner
that night.
”What?” screamed his wife. ”You know better than that You know the cook quit yesterday, the baby’s
got the measles, the hot water heater is broken, the painters are redecorating the living room and I
don’t even have any way to get to the supermarket to get our groceries.”
”I know all that,” said Nasrudin. ”THAT’S WHY I WANT TO BRING HIM HOME FOR DINNER. HE
IS A NICE YOUNG MAN AND I LIKE HIM. BUT HE’S THINKING OF GETTING MARRIED.”

110.
A man who has been married for ten years complained one day to his friend Mulla Nasrudin. ”When
we were first married,” he said, ”I was very happy. I would come home from a hard day at the office.
My little dog would race around barking, and my wife would bring me my slippers. Now after ten
years, everything has changed. When I come home, my dog brings me my slippers, and my wife
barks at me!”
”I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT,” said Nasrudin. ”YOU ARE STILL
GETTING THE SAME SERVICE, ARE YOU NOT?”

111.
Mulla Nasrudin’s wife limped past the teahouse.
”There goes a woman who is willing to suffer for her beliefs,” said the Mulla to his friends there.
”Why, what belief is that?” asked someone.
”OH, SHE BELIEVES SHE CAN WEAR A NUMBER FOUR SHOE ON A NUMBER SIX FOOT,” said
Nasrudin.

112.
The lawyer was working on their divorce case.
After a preliminary conference with Mulla Nasrudin, the lawyer reported back to the Mulla’s wife.
”I have succeeded,” he told her, ”in reaching a settlement with your husband that’s fair to both of
you.”
”FAIR TO BOTH?” cried the wife. ”I COULD HAVE DONE THAT MYSELF. WHY DO YOU THINK I
HIRED A LAWYER?”

113.
Mulla Nasrudin was suffering from what appeared to be a case of shattered nerves. After a long
spell of failing health, he finally called a doctor.
”You are in serious trouble,” the doctor said. ”You are living with some terrible evil thing; something
that is possessing you from morning to night. We must find what it is and destroy it.”
”SSSH, DOCTOR,” said Nasrudin, ”YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT, BUT DON’T SAY IT SO LOUD
– SHE IS SITTING IN THE NEXT ROOM AND SHE MIGHT HEAR YOU.”

114.
Mulla Nasrudin and one of his friends had been drinking all evening in a bar. The friend finally
passed out and fell to the floor. The Mulla called a doctor who rushed him to a hospital. When he
came to, the doctor asked him, ”Do you see any pink elephants or little green men?”
”Nope,” groaned the patient.
”No snakes or alligators?” the doctor asked.
”Nope,” the drunk said.
”Then just sleep it off and you will be all right in the morning,” said the doctor.
But Mulla Nasrudin was worried. ”LOOK, DOCTOR.” he said, ”THAT BOY’S IN BAD SHAPE. HE
SAID HE COULDN’T SEE ANY OF THEM ANIMALS, AND YOU AND I KNOW THE ROOM IS FULL
OF THEM.”

115.
Mulla Nasrudin and one of his friends were attending a garden party for charity which featured
games of chance.
”I just took a one-dollar chance for charity,” said the friend, ”and a beautiful blonde gave me a kiss. I
hate to say it, but she kissed better than my wife!”
The Mulla said he was going to try it. Afterwards the friend asked: ”How was it, Mulla?”
”SWELL,” said Nasrudin, ”BUT NO BETTER THAN YOUR WIFE.”

116.
Mulla Nasrudin’s teenager son had dented a fender on the family car.
”What did your father say when you told him?” the boy’s mother asked.
”Should I leave out the cuss words?” he said.
”Yes, of course,” said his mother.
”IN THAT CASE,” said the boy, ”HE DIDN’T SAY A WORD.”

117.
The woman lecturer was going strong. ”For centuries women have been misjudged and mistreated,”
she shouted. ”They have suffered in a thousand ways. Is there any way that women have not
suffered?”
As she paused to let that question sink in, it was answered by Mulla Nasrudin, who was presiding the
meeting. ”YES, THERE IS ONE WAY,” he said. ”THEY HAVE NEVER SUFFERED IN SILENCE.”

118.
The man at the poultry counter had sold everything except one fryer. Mulla Nasrudin, a customer,
said he was entertaining at dinner and wanted a nice-sized fryer. The clerk threw the fryer on the
scales and said, ”This one will be 1.35.”
”Well,” said the Mulla, ”I really wanted a larger one.”
The clerk, thinking fast, put the fryer back in the box and stirred it around a bit. Then he brought it
out again and put it on the scales. ”This one,” he said, ”will be S1.95.”
”WONDERFUL,” said Nasrudin. ”I WILL TAKE BOTH OF THEM!”

119.
A highway patrolman pulled alongside Mulla Nasrudin’s car and waved him to the side of the road.
”Sir your wife fell out of the car three miles back,” he said.
”SO THAT’S IT,” said the Mulla. ”I THOUGHT I HAD GONE STONE DEAF.”

120.
The young doctor seemed pleased after looking over his patient, Mulla Nasrudin.
”You are getting along just fine,” he said. ”Of course. your shoulder is still badly swollen, but that
does not bother me in the least.”
”I DON’T GUESS IT DOES,” said Nasrudin. ”IF YOUR SHOULDER WERE SWOLLEN, IT
WOULDN’T BOTHER ME EITHER.”

121.
Mulla Nasrudin had been placed in a mental hospital, for treatment. After a few weeks, a friend
visited him. ”How are you going on?” he asked.
”Oh, just fine,” said the Mulla.
”That’s good,” his friend said. ”Guess you will be coming back to your home soon?”
”WHAT!” said Nasrudin. ”I SHOULD LEAVE A FINE COMFORTABLE HOUSE LIKE THIS WITH
A SWIMMING POOL AND FREE MEALS TO COME TO MY OWN DIRTY HOUSE WITH A MAD
WIFE TO LIVE WITH? YOU MUST THINK I AM CRAZY!”

122.
Mulla Nasrudin visiting a mental hospital stood chatting at great length to one man in particular. He
asked all sorts of questions about how he was treated, and how long he had been there and what
hobbies he was interested in.
As the Mulla left him and walked on with the attendant, he noticed he was grinning broadly. The
Mulla asked what was amusing and the attendant told the visitor that he had been talking to the
medical superintendent. Embarrassed, Nasrudin rushed back to make apologies. ”I AM SORRY
DOCTOR,” he said. ”I WILL NEVER GO BY APPEARANCES AGAIN.”

123.
A famous surgeon had developed the technique of removing the brain from a person, examining it,
and putting it back. One day, some friends brought him Mulla Nasrudin to be examined The surgeon
operated on the Mulla and took his brain out. When the surgeon went to the laboratory to examine
the brain, he discovered the patient had mysteriously disappeared. Six years later Mulla Nasrudin
returned to the hospital.
”Where have you been for six years?” asked the amazed surgeon.
”OH, AFTER I LEFT HERE,” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”I GOT ELECTED TO CONGRESS AND I HAVE
BEEN IN THE CAPITAL EVER SINCE, SIR.”

124.
Mulla Nasrudin was telling a friend how he got started in the bank business.
”I was out of work,” he said, ”so to keep busy, I rented an empty store, and painted
the word ’BANK’ on the window. The same day, a man came in and deposited
300.Nextday, anotherfellowcameinandputin250.
”I DON’T GUESS IT DOES,” said Nasrudin. ”IF YOUR SHOULDER WERE SWOLLEN, IT
WOULDN’T BOTHER ME EITHER.”

121.
Mulla Nasrudin had been placed in a mental hospital, for treatment. After a few weeks, a friend
visited him. ”How are you going on?” he asked.
”Oh, just fine,” said the Mulla.
”That’s good,” his friend said. ”Guess you will be coming back to your home soon?”
”WHAT!” said Nasrudin. ”I SHOULD LEAVE A FINE COMFORTABLE HOUSE LIKE THIS WITH
A SWIMMING POOL AND FREE MEALS TO COME TO MY OWN DIRTY HOUSE WITH A MAD
WIFE TO LIVE WITH? YOU MUST THINK I AM CRAZY!”

122.
Mulla Nasrudin visiting a mental hospital stood chatting at great length to one man in particular. He
asked all sorts of questions about how he was treated, and how long he had been there and what
hobbies he was interested in.
As the Mulla left him and walked on with the attendant, he noticed he was grinning broadly. The
Mulla asked what was amusing and the attendant told the visitor that he had been talking to the
medical superintendent. Embarrassed, Nasrudin rushed back to make apologies. ”I AM SORRY
DOCTOR,” he said. ”I WILL NEVER GO BY APPEARANCES AGAIN.”

123.
A famous surgeon had developed the technique of removing the brain from a person, examining it,
and putting it back. One day, some friends brought him Mulla Nasrudin to be examined The surgeon
operated on the Mulla and took his brain out. When the surgeon went to the laboratory to examine
the brain, he discovered the patient had mysteriously disappeared. Six years later Mulla Nasrudin
returned to the hospital.
”Where have you been for six years?” asked the amazed surgeon.
”OH, AFTER I LEFT HERE,” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”I GOT ELECTED TO CONGRESS AND I HAVE
BEEN IN THE CAPITAL EVER SINCE, SIR.”

124.
Mulla Nasrudin was telling a friend how he got started in the bank business.
”I was out of work,” he said, ”so to keep busy, I rented an empty store, and painted
the word ’BANK’ on the window. The same day, a man came in and deposited
300.Nextday, anotherfellowcameinandputin250.
”WELL,” said Nasrudin, ”I WAS GOING TO, BUT YOU KNOW HOW SILLY I LOOK IN A SILK HAT.”

90.
Mulla Nasrudin, as a candidate, was working the rural precincts and getting his fences mended and
votes lined up. On this particular day, he had his young son with him to mark down on index cards
whether the voter was for or against him. In this way, he could get an idea of how things were going.
As they were getting out of the car in front of one farmhouse, the farmer came out the front door with
a shotgun in his hand and screamed at the top of his voice, ”I know you – you dirty filthy crook of a
politician. You are no good. You ought to be put in jail. Don’t you dare set foot inside that gate or I’ll
blow your head off. Now, you get back in your car and get down the road before I lose my temper
and do something I’ll be sorry for.”
Mulla Nasrudin did as he was told. A moment later he and his son were speeding down the road
away from that farm.
”Well,” said the boy to the Mulla, ”I might as well tear that man’s card up, hadn’t I?”
”TEAR IT UP?” cried Nasrudin. ”CERTAINLY NOT. JUST MARK HIM DOWN AS DOUBTFUL.”

91.
Mulla Nasrudin who prided himself on being something of a good Samaritan was passing an
apartment house in the small hours of the morning when he noticed a man leaning limply against
the door way.
”What is the matter,” asked the Mulla, ”Drunk?”
”Yup.”
”Do you live in this house?”
”Yup.”
”Do you want me to help you upstairs?”
”Yup.”
With much difficulty the Mulla half dragged, half carried the dropping figure up the stairway to the
second floor.
”What floor do you live on?” asked the Mulla. ”Is this it?”
”Yup.”
Rather than face an irate wife who might, perhaps take him for a companion more at fault than her
spouse, the Mulla opened the first door he came to and pushed the limp figure in.
The good Samaritan groped his way downstairs again.
As he was passing through the vestibule he was able to make out the dim outlines of another man,
apparently in a worse condition than the first one.
”What’s the matter?” asked the Mulla. ”Are you drunk too?”
”Yep,” was the feeble reply.
”Do you live in this house too?”
”Yep.”
”Shall I help you upstairs?”
”Yep.”
Mulla Nasrudin pushed, pulled, and carried him to the second floor, where this second man also
said he lived. The Mulla opened the same door and pushed him in.
But as he reached the front door, the Mulla discerned the shadow of a third man, evidently worse
off than either of the other two. Mulla Nasrudin was about to approach him when the object of his
solicitude lurched out into the street and threw himself into the arms of a passing policeman.
”Off’shur! Off’shur! For Heaven’s sake, Off’shur,” he gasped, ”protect me from that man. He has
done nothing all night long but carry me upstairs and throw me down the elevator shaf.”

93.
The wife of Mulla Nasrudin told him that he had not been sufficiently explicit with the boss when he
asked for raise.
”Tell him,” said the wife, ”that you have seven children, that you have a sick mother you have to sit
up with many nights, and that you have to wash dishes because you can’t afford a maid.”
Several days later Mulla Nasrudin came home and announced he had been fired.
”THE BOSS,” explained Nasrudin, ”SAID I HAVE TOO MANY OUTSIDE ACTIVITIES.”

94.
”I knew an artist once who painted a cobweb on the ceiling so realistically that the maid spent hours
trying to get it down,” said Mulla Nasrudin’s wife.
”Sorry, Dear,” replied Nasrudin. ”I just don’t believe it.”
”Why not? Artists have been known to do such things.”
”YES.” said Nasrudin, ”BUT NOT MAIDS!”

95.
”And now I want you boys to tell me who wrote ’Hamlet’?” asked the superintendent.
”P-p-please, Sir,” replied a frightened boy, ”it – it was not me.”
That same evening the superintendent was talking to his host, Mulla Nasrudin. The superintendent
said:
”A most amusing thing happened today. I was questioning the class over at the school, and I asked
a boy who wrote ’Hamlet’ He answered tearfully, ’P-p-please, Sir, it – it was not me!”
After loud and prolonged laughter, Mulla Nasrudin said:
”THAT’S PRETTY GOOD, AND I SUPPOSE THE LITTLE RASCAL HAD DONE IT ALL THE TIME!”

96.
Mulla Nasrudin was chatting with an acquaintance at a cocktail party.
”Whenever I see you,” said the Mulla, ”I always think of Joe Wilson.”
”That’s funny,” his acquaintance said, ”I am not at all like Joe Wilson.”
”OH, YES, YOU ARE,” said Nasrudin. ”YOU BOTH OWE ME 100.

97.
Once Mulla Nasrudin was asked what he considered to be a perfect audience.
”Oh, to me,” said Nasrudin, ”the perfect audience is one that is well educated, highly intelligent –
AND JUST A LITTLE BIT DRUNK.”

98.
One night Mulla Nasrudin came home to his wife with lipstick on his collar.
”Where did you get that?” she asked. ”From my maid?”
”No,” said the Mulla.
”From my dressmaker?” snapped his wife.
”NO,” said Nasrudin indignantly. ”DON’T YOU THINK I HAVE ANY FRIENDS OF MY OWN?”

99.
A man was seated at a lunch counter when a pretty girl, followed by young Mulla Nasrudin came in.
They took the only vacant stools, which happened to be on either side of the side. Wanting to be
gracious, he offered to change seats with Mulla Nasrudin so they might sit together.
”Oh, that’s not necessary,” said the Mulla.
But the man insisted, and they changed seats.
Mulla Nasrudin then said to the pretty girl, ”SINCE THE SEATING ARRANGEMENTS SUIT THIS
POLITE GENTLEMAN, WE MIGHT AS WELL MAKE HIM REAL HAPPY AND GET ACQUAINTED.”

100.
A man at a seaside resort said to his new acquaintance, Mulla Nasrudin, ”I see two cocktails carried
to your room every morning, as if you had someone to drink with.”
”YES, SIR,” said the Mulla, ”I DO. ONE COCKTAIL MAKES ME FEEL LIKE ANOTHER MAN, AND,
OF COURSE, I HAVE TO BUY A DRINK FOR THE OTHER MAN.”

101.
The wedding had begun, the bride was walking down the aisle. A lady whispered to Mulla Nasrudin
who was next to her, ”Can you imagine, they have known each other only three weeks, and they are
getting married!”
”WELL,” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”IT’S ONE WAY OF GETTING ACQUAINTED.”

102.
Mulla Nasrudin and his two friends were discussing what they would do if they awoke one morning
to discover that they were millionaires.
The Spaniard friend said he would build a bull ring.
The American friend said he would go to Paris to have a good time.
And, Mulla Nasrudin said HE WOULD GO TO SLEEP AGAIN TO SEE IF HE COULD MAKE
ANOTHER MILLION.”

103.
A middle-aged woman lost her balance and fell out of a window into a garbage can. Mulla Nasrudin,
passing remarked: ”Americans are very wasteful. THAT WOMAN WAS GOOD FOR TEN YEARS
YET.”

104.
Mulla Nasrudin was told he would lose his phone if he did not retract what he had said to the General
Manager of the phone company in the course of a conversation over the wire.
”Very well, Mulla Nasrudin will apologize,” he said.
He called Main 7777.
”Is that you, Mr. Doolittle?”
”It is.”
”This is Mulla Nasrudin.
”Well?”
”This morning in the heat of discussion I told you to go to hell!”
”Yes?”
”WELL,” said Nasrudin, ”DON’T GO!”

105.
A political leader was visiting the mental hospital. Mulla Nasrudin sitting in the yard said, ”You are a
politician, are you not?”
”Yes,” said the leader. ”I live just down the road.”
”I used to be a politician myself once,” said the Mulla, ”but now I am crazy. Have you ever been
crazy?”
”No,” said the politician as he started to go away.
”WELL, YOU OUGHT TRY IT,” said Nasrudin ”IT BEATS POLITICS ANY DAY.”

106.
The editor of the town weekly received this letter from Mulla Nasrudin:
”Dear Sir: Last week I lost my watch which I valued highly. The next day I ran an ad in your paper.
Yesterday, I went home and found the watch in the pocket of my brown suit. YOUR PAPER IS
WONDERFUL!”

107.
Mulla Nasrudin had been out speaking all day and returned home late at night, tired and weary.
”How did your speeches go today?” his wife asked.
”All right, I guess,” the Mulla said. ”But I am afraid some of the people in the audience didn’t
understand some of the things I was saying.”
”What makes you think that?” his wife asked.
”BECAUSE,” whispered Mulla Nasrudin, ”I DON’T UNDERSTAND THEM MYSELF.”

108.
Mulla Nasrudin, a distraught father, visiting his son in a prison waiting room, turned on him and said:
”I am fed up with you. Look at your record: attempted robbery, attempted robbery, attempted
burglary, attempted murder. WHAT A FAILURE YOU HAVE TURNED OUT TO BE; YOU CAN’T
SUCCEED IN ANYTHING YOU TRY.”

109.
Mulla Nasrudin and some of his friends pooled their money and bought a tavern. They immediately
closed it and began to paint and fix it up inside and out. A few days after all the repairs had been
completed and there was no sign of its opening, a thirsty crowd gathered outside. One of the crowd
yelled out, ”Say, Nasrudin, when you gonna open up?”
”OPEN UP? WE ARE NOT GOING TO OPEN UP,” said the Mulla. ”WE BOUGHT THIS PLACE
FOR OURSELVES!”

71.
Mulla Nasrudin was talking to his friends in the teahouse about the new preacher.
”That man, ’ said the Mulla, ”is the talkingest person in the world. And he can’t be telling the truth all
the time. THERE JUST IS NOT THAT MUCH TRUTH.”

72.
”My wife talks to herself,” the friend told Mulla Nasrudin.
”SO DOES MINE,” said the Mulla, ”BUT SHE DOESN’T REALISE IT. SHE THINKS I AM
LISTENING.”

73.
The man climbed on the stool at a little lunch counter for breakfast. ”Quite a rainy spell, isn’t it?” he
said to Mulla Nasrudin, the man next to him. ”Almost like the flood.”
”Flood? What flood?” said the Mulla.
”Why, the flood,” the first man said, ”you know Noah and the Ark and Mount Ararat.”
”NOPE,” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”I HAVE NOT READ THE MORNING PAPER, YET, SIR.”\

74.
A preacher approached Mulla Nasrudin lying in the gutter.
”And so,” he asked, ”this is the work of whisky, isn’t it?”
”NO,” said Nasrudin. ”THIS IS THE WORK OF A BANANA PEEL, SIR.”

75.
Mulla Nasrudin came up to a preacher and said that he wanted to be transformed to the religious
life totally. ”That’s fine,” said the preacher, ”but are you sure you are going to put aside all sin?”
”Yes Sir, I am through with sin,” said the Mulla.
”And are you going to pay up all your debts?” asked the preacher.
”NOW WAIT A MINUTE, PREACHER,” said Nasrudin, ”YOU AIN’T TALKING RELIGION NOW, YOU
ARE TALKING BUSINESS.”

76.
”It is being rumoured around town,” a friend said to Mulla Nasrudin, ”that you and your wife are not
getting along too well. Is there anything to it?”
”NONSENSE,” said Nasrudin. ”WE DID HAVE A FEW WORDS AND I SHOT HER. BUT THAT’S AS
FAR AS IT WENT.”

77.
The word had passed around that Mulla Nasrudin’s wife had left him. While the news was still fresh,
an old friend ran into him.
”I have just heard the bad news that your wife has left you,” said the old friend. ”I suppose you go
home every night now and drown your sorrow in drink?”
”No, I have found that to be impossible,” said the Mulla.
”Why is that?” asked his friend ”No drink?”
”NO,” said Nasrudin, ”NO SORROW.”

78.
After the speech Mulla Nasrudin shook hands with the speaker and said he never had a more
enjoyable evening.
”You found my remarks interesting, I trust,” said the speaker.
”NOT EXACTLY,” said Nasrudin, ”BUT YOU DID CURE MY INSOMNIA.”

79.
Mulla Nasrudin who had worked hard on his speech was introduced and given his place at the
microphone.
He stood there for half a minute completely speechless and then said, ”The human mind is the most
wonderful device in the world. It starts working the instant you are born and never stops working
night or day for your entire life – UNTIL THE MOMENT YOU STAND UP TO MAKE A SPEECH.”

80.
Mulla Nasrudin’s wife was a candidate for the state legislature And this was the last day of
campaigning.
”My, I am tired,” said Mulla Nasrudin as they returned to their house after the whole day’s work. ”I
am almost ready to drop.”
”You tired!” cried his wife. ”I am the one to be tired. I made fourteen speeches today.”
”I KNOW,” said Nasrudin, ”BUT I HAD TO LISTEN TO THEM.”

81.
”Mulla, you look sad,” said a friend. ”What is the matter?”
”I had an argument with my wife,” said the Mulla ”and she swore she would not talk to me for 30
days.”
”Well, you should be very happy,” said the first.
”HAPPY?” said Mulla Nasrudin. ”THIS IS THE 30TH DAY.”

82.
Mulla Nasrudin was sitting in a station smoking, when a woman came in, and sitting beside him,
remarked: ”Sir, if you were a gentleman, you would not smoke here!”
”Mum,” said the Mulla, ”if ye was a lady ye’d sit farther away.”
Pretty soon the woman burst out again:
”If you were my husband, I’d given you poison!”
”WELL, MUM,” returned Nasrudin, as he puffed away at his pipe, ”IF YOU WERE ME WIFE, I’D
TAKE IT.”

83.
Somebody asked Mulla Nasrudin why he lived on the top floor, in his small, dusty old rooms, and
suggested that he move.
”NO,” said Nasrudin, ”NO, I SHALL ALWAYS LIVE ON THE TOP FLOOR. IT IS THE ONLY PLACE
WHERE GOD ALONE IS ABOVE ME.” Then after a pause, ”HE’S BUSY – BUT HE’S QUIET.”

84.
Mulla Nasrudin was in tears when he opened the door for his wife. ”I have been insulted,” he sobbed.
”Your mother insulted me.”
”My mother,” she exclaimed. ”But she is a hundred miles away.”
”I know, but a letter came for you this morning and I opened it.”
She looked stern. ”I see, but where does the insult come in?”
”IN THE POSTSCRIPT,” said Nasrudin. ”IT SAID ’DEAR NASRUDIN, PLEASE, DON’T FORGET
TO GIVE THIS LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER.’”

85.
The richest man of the town fell into the river.
He was rescued by Mulla Nasrudin. The fellow asked the Mulla how he could reward him.
”The best way, Sir,” said Nasrudin. ”is to say nothing about it. IF THE OTHER FELLOWS KNEW I’D
PULLED YOU OUT, THEY’D CHUCK ME IN.”

86.
Mulla Nasrudin arrived late at the country club dance, and discovered that in slipping on the icy
pavement outside, he had torn one knee of his trousers.
”Come into the ladies’ dressing room, Mulla,” said his wife – ”There’s no one there and I will pin it up
for you.”
Examination showed that the rip was too large to be pinned. A maid furnished a needle and thread
and was stationed at the door to keep out intruders, while Nasrudin removed his trousers. His wife
went busily to work.
Presently at the door sounded excited voices.
”We must come in, maid,” a woman was saying. ”Mrs. Jones is ill. Quick, let us in.”
”Here,” said the resourceful Mrs. Mulla Nasrudin to her terrified husband, ”get into this closest for a
minute.”
She opened the door and pushed the Mulla through it just in time. But instantly, from the opposite
side of the door, came loud thumps and the agonized voice of the Mulla demanding that his wife
open it at once.
”But the women are here,” Mrs. Nasrudin objected.
”OH, DAMN THE WOMEN!” yelled Nasrudin. ”I AM OUT IN THE BALLROOM.”

87.
”I can’t find anything organically wrong with you,” the doctor said to Mulla Nasrudin.
”As you know, many illnesses come from worry. You probably have some
business or social problem that you should talk over with a good psychiatrist. A
case very similar to yours came to me only a few weeks ago. The man had a
5, 000notedueandcouldnotpayit.Becauseofhismoneyproblem, hehadworriedhimselfintoastateofnervousexhaustion.”
”And did you cure him?” asked Mulla Nasrudin.
”Yes,” said the doctor, ”I just told him to stop worrying; that life was too short to make himself sick
over a scrap of paper. Now he is back to normal. He has stopped worrying entirely.”
”YES; I KNOW,” said Nasrudin, sadly. ”I AM THE ONE HE OWES THE 5, 000TO.”

88.
It was the final hand of the night. The cards were dealt. The pot was opened. Plenty of raising went
on.
Finally, the hands were called.
”I win,” said one fellow. ”I have three aces and a pair of queens.”
”No, I win, ’ said the second fellow. ”I have three aces and a pair of kings.”
”NONE OF YOU-ALL WIN,” said Mulla Nasrudin, the third one. ”I DO. I HAVE TWO DEUCES AND
A THIRTY-EIGHT SPECIAL.”

89.
Mulla Nasrudin and his two friends were arguing over whose profession was first established on
earth.
”Mine was,” said the surgeon. ”The Bible says that Eve was made by carving a rib out of Adam.”
”Not at all,” said the engineer. ”An engineering job came before that. In six days the earth was
created out of chaos. That was an engineer’s job.”
”YES,” said Mulla Nasrudin, the politician, ”BUT WHO CREATED THE CHAOS?”

61.
The boss was complaining to Mulla Nasrudin about his constant tardiness. ”It’s funny,” he said. ”You
are always late in the morning and you live right across the street. Now, Billy Wilson, who lives two
miles away, is always on time.”
”There is nothing funny about it,” said Nasrudin.
”IF BILLY IS LATE IN THE MORNING, HE CAN HURRY, BUT IF I AM LATE, I AM HERE.”

62.
The boss told Mulla Nasrudin that if he could not get to work on time, he would be fired. So the Mulla
went to the doctor, who gave him a pill. The Mulla took the pill, slept well, and was awake before he
heard the alarm clock. He dressed and ate breakfast leisurely.
Later he strolled into the office, arriving half an hour before his boss. When the boss came in, the
Mulla said:
”Well, I didn’t have any trouble getting up this morning.”
”THAT’S GOOD,” said Mulla Nasrudin’s boss, ”BUT WHERE WERE YOU YESTERDAY?”

63.
Mulla Nasrudin had a house on the United States-Canadian border. No one knew whether the house
was in the United States or Canada. It was decided to appoint a committee to solve the problem.
After deciding it was in the United States, Mulla Nasrudin leaped with joy. ”HURRAH!” he shouted,
”NOW I DON’T HAVE TO SUFFER FROM THOSE TERRIBLE CANADIAN WINTERS!”

64.
”Mulla,” said a friend, ”I have been reading all those reports about cigarettes. Do you really think
that cigarette smoking will shorten your days?”
”I CERTAINLY DO,” said Mulla Nasrudin. I TRIED TO STOP SMOKING LAST SUMMER AND EACH
OF MY DAYS SEEMED AS LONG AS A MONTH.”

65.
Mulla Nasrudin had been pulled from the river in what the police suspected was a suicide attempt.
When they were questioning him at headquarters, he admitted that he had tried to kill himself. This
is the story he told:
”Yes, I tried to kill myself. The world is against me and I wanted to end it all. I was determined
not to do a halfway job of it, so I bought a piece of rope, some matches, some kerosene, and a
pistol. Just in case none of those worked, I went down by the river. I threw the rope over a limb
hanging out over the water, tied that rope around my neck, poured kerosene all over myself and lit
that match. I jumped off the river and put that pistol to my head and pulled the trigger. And guess
what happened? I missed. The bullet hit the rope before I could hang myself and I fell in the river
and the water put out the fire before I could burn myself.
AND YOU KNOW, IF I HAD NOT BEEN A GOOD SWIMMER, I WOULD HAVE ENDED UP
DROWNING MY FOOL SELF.”

66.
Mulla Nasrudin and his wife had just been fighting. The wife felt a bit ashamed and was standing
looking out of the window. Suddenly, something caught her attention.
”Honey,” she called. ”Come here, I want to show you something.”
As the Mulla came to the window to see, she said. ”Look at those two horses pulling that load of hay
up the hill. Why can’t we pull together like that, up the hill of life?”
”THE REASON WE CAN’T PULL UP THE HILL LIKE A COUPLE OF HORSES,” said Nasrudin, ”IS
BECAUSE ONE OF US IS A JACKASS!”

67.
Mulla Nasrudin had finished his political speech and answering questions.
”One question, Sir, if I may,” said a man down front you ever drink alcoholic beverages?”
”BEFORE I ANSWER THAT,” said Nasrudin, ”I’D LIKE TO KNOW IF IT’S IN THE NATURE OF AN
INQUIRY OR AN INVITATION.”

68.
Mulla Nasrudin’s wife was always after him to stop drinking. This time, she waved a newspaper in
his face and said, ”Here is another powerful temperance moral.
’Young Wilson got into a boat and shoved out into the river, and as he was intoxicated, he upset the
boat, fell into the river and was drowned.’ See, that’s the way it is, if he had not drunk whisky he
would not have lost his life.”
”Let me see,” said the Mulla. ”He fell into the river, didn’t he?”
”That’s right,” his wife said.
”He didn’t die until he fell in, is that right? ” he asked.
”That’s true,” his wife said.
”THEN IT WAS THE WATER THAT KILLED HIM,” said Nasrudin, ”NOT WHISKY.”

69.
Mulla Nasrudin stormed into the Postmaster General’s office and shouted, ”I am being pestered by
threatening letters, and I want somebody to do something about it.”
”I am sure we can help,” said the Postmaster General. ”That’s a federal offence. Do you have any
idea who is sending you these letters?”
”I CERTAINLY DO,” said Nasrudin. ”IT’S THOSE INCOME TAX PEOPLE.”

70.
Mulla Nasrudin let out a burst of profanity which shocked a lady social worker who was passing by.
She looked at him critically and said: ”My, where did you learn such awful language?”
”WHERE DID I LEARN IT?” said Nasrudin. ”LADY, I DIDN’T LEARN IT, IT’S A GIFT.”

51.
”My grandfather,” bragged one fellow in the teahouse, ’lived to be ninety-nine and never used
glasses.”
”WELL,” said Mulla Nasrudin, ”LOTS OF PEOPLE WOULD RATHER DRINK FROM THE BOTTLE.”

52.
It was after the intermission at the theater, and Mulla Nasrudin and his wife were returning to their
seats.
”Did I step on your feet as I went out?” the Mulla asked a man at the end of the row.
”You certainly did,” said the man awaiting an apology.
Mulla Nasrudin turned to his wife, ”IT’S ALL RIGHT, DARLING,” he said. ”THIS IS OUR ROW.”

53.
A patrolman was about to write a speeding ticket, when a woman in the back seat began shouting
at Mulla Nasrudin, ”There! I told you to watch out. But you kept right on. Getting out of line, not
blowing your horn, passing stop streets, speeding, and everything else. Didn’t I tell you, you’d get
caught? Didn’t I? Didn’t I?”
”Who is that woman?” the patrolman asked.
”My wife,” said the Mulla.
”DRIVE ON,” the patrolman said. ”YOU HAVE BEEN PUNISHED ENOUGH.”

54.
Mulla Nasrudin was visiting the town dentist to get some advance prices on his work.
”The price for pulling a tooth is four dollars each,” the dentist told him. ”But in order to make it
painless we will have to give gas and that will be three dollars extra.”
”Oh, don’t worry about giving gas,” said the Mulla.
”That won’t be necessary. We can save the three dollars.”
”That’s all right with me,” said the dentist. ”I have heard that you mountain people are strong and
tough. All I can say is that you are a brave man.”
”IT ISN’T ME THAT’S HAVING MY TOOTH PULLED,” said Nasrudin. ”IT’S MY WIFE.”

55.
The professional money raiser
called upon Mulla Nasrudin. ”I am seeking contributions for a worthy charity,” he said. ”Our goal
is 100, 000andawell − knownphilanthropisthasalreadydonatedaquarterofthat.”
”WONDERFUL,” said Nasrudin. ”AND I WILL GIVE YOU ANOTHER QUARTER. HAVE YOU GOT
CHANGE FOR A DOLLAR?”

56.
”Come and have a drink, boys ”
Mulla Nasrudin came up and took a drink of whisky.
”How is this, Mulla?” asked a bystander. ”How can you drink whisky? Sure it was only yesterday ye
told me ye was a teetotaller.”
”WELL,” said Nasrudin. ”YOU ARE RIGHT, I AM A TEETOTALLER IT IS TRUE, BUT I AM NOT A
BIGOTED ONE!”

57.
One Thursday night, Mulla Nasrudin came home to supper. His wife served him baked beans. He
threw his plate of beans against the wall and shouted, ”I hate baked beans.”
’Mulla, I can’t figure you out,” his wife said,
”MONDAY NIGHT YOU LIKED BAKED BEANS, TUESDAY NIGHT YOU LIKED BAKED BEANS,
WEDNESDAY NIGHT YOU LIKED BAKED BEANS AND NOW, ALL OF A SUDDEN, ON
THURSDAY NIGHT, YOU SAY YOU HATE BAKED BEANS.”

58.
The prosecutor began his cross-examination of the witness, Mulla Nasrudin.
”Do you know this man?”
”How should I know him?”
”Did he borrow money from you?”
”Why should he borrow money from me?”
Annoyed, the judge asked the Mulla ”Why do you persist in answering every question with another
question?”
”WHY NOT?” said Mulla Nasrudin

59.
Mulla Nasrudin had taken one too many when he walked upto the police sargeant’s desk.
”Officer you’d better lock me up,” he said. ”I just hit my wife on the head with a beer bottle.”
”Did you kill her:” asked the officer.
”Don’t think so,” said Nasrudin. ”THAT’S WHY I WANT YOU TO LOCK ME UP.”

60.
Mulla Nasrudin’s family was on a picnic. The wife was standing near the edge of a high cliff, admiring
the sea dashing on the rocks below. Her young son came up and said, ”DAD SAYS IT’S NOT SAFE
HERE. EITHER YOU STAND BACK FARTHER OR GIVE ME THE SANDWICHES.”