Mulla Nasrudin went to the psychiatrist and asked if the good doctor could split his personality.
"Split your personality?" asked the doctor. "Why in heaven's name do you want me to do a thing like that?"
"BECAUSE," said Nasrudin! "I AM SO LONESOME."
During a religious meeting an attractive young widow leaned too far over the balcony and fell, but her dress caught on a chandelier and held her impended in mid-air. The preacher, of course, immediately noticed the woman's predicament and called out to his congregation: "The first person who looks up there is in danger of being punished with blindness."
Mulla Nasrudin, who was in the congregation whispered to the man next to him, "I THINK I WILL RISK ONE EYE."
"What's the idea of coming in here late every morning, Mulla?" asked the boss.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT, SIR," said Mulla Nasrudin. "YOU HAVE TRAINED ME SO THOROUGHLY NOT TO WATCH THE CLOCK IN THE OFFICE, NOW I AM IN THE HABIT OF NOT LOOKING AT IT AT HOME."
"What's the idea," asked the boss of his new employee, Mulla Nasrudin, "of telling me you had five years' experience, when now I find you never had a job before?"
"WELL," said Nasrudin, "DIDN'T YOU ADVERTISE FOR A MAN WITH IMAGINATION?"
Applicants for a job on a dam had to take a written examination, the first question of which was, "What does hydrodynamics mean?"
Mulla Nasrudin, one of the applicants for the job, looked at this, then wrote against it: "IT MEANS I DON'T GET THE JOB."
The boss was asked to write a reference for Mulla Nasrudin whom he was dismissing after only one week's work. He would not lie, and he did not want to hurt the Mulla unnecessarily. So he wrote:
"TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: MULLA NASRUDIN WORKED FOR US FOR ONE WEEK, AND WE ARE SATISFIED."
A man who took his little girls to the amusement park noticed that Mulla Nasrudin kept riding the merry-go-round all afternoon. Once when the merry-go-round stopped, the Mulla rushed off, took a drink of water and headed back again. As he passed near the girls, their father said to him, "Mulla, you certainly do like to ride on the merry-go-round, don't you?"
"NO, I DON'T. RATHER I HATE IT ABSOLUTELY AND AM FEELING VERY SICK BECAUSE OF IT," said Nasrudin. "BUT, THE FELLOW WHO OWNS THIS THING OWES ME 80 AND TAKING IT OUT IN TRADE IS THE ONLY WAY I WILL EVER COLLECT FROM HIM."
"I will bet anyone here that I can fire thirty shots at 200 yards and call each shot correctly without waiting for the marker. Who will wager a ten spot on this?" challenged Mulla Nasrudin in the teahouse.
"I will take you," cried a stranger.
They went immediately to the target range, and the Mulla fired his first shot. "MISS," he calmly and promptly announced.
A second shot, "MISSED," repeated the Mulla.
A third shot. "MISSED," snapped the Mulla.
"Hold on there!" said the stranger. "What are you trying to do? You are not even aiming at the target. And, you have missed three targets already."
"SIR," said Nasrudin, "I AM SHOOTING FOR THAT TEN SPOT OF YOURS, AND I AM CALLING MY SHOT AS PROMISED."
A rich widow had lost all her money in a business deal and was flat broke. She told her lover, Mulla Nasrudin, about it and asked, "Dear, in spite of the fact that I am not rich any more will you still love me?"
"CERTAINLY, HONEY," said Nasrudin, "I WILL. LOVE YOU ALWAYS - EVEN THOUGH I WILL PROBABLY NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN."
A patent medicine salesman at the fair was shouting his claims for his Rejuvenation Elixir. "If you don't believe the label, just look at me," he shouted. "I take it and I am 300 years old."
"Is he really that old?" asked a farmer of the salesman's young assistant, Mulla Nasrudin.
"I REALLY DON'T KNOW," said Nasrudin. "YOU SEE, I HAVE ONLY BEEN WITH HIM FOR 180 YEARS."
Mulla Nasrudin complained to the health department about his brothers.
"I have got six brothers," he said. "We all live in one room. They have too many pets. One has twelve monkeys and another has twelve dogs. There's no air in the room and it's terrible! You have got to do something about it."
"Have you got windows?" asked the man at the health department.
"Yes," said the Mulla.
"Why don't you open them?" he suggested.
"WHAT?" yelled Nasrudin, "AND LOSE ALL MY PIGEONS?"
Mulla Nasrudin had just asked his newest girlfriend to marry him. But she seemed undecided.
"If I should say no to you" she said, "would you commit suicide?"
"THAT," said Nasrudin gallantly, "HAS BEEN MY USUAL PROCEDURE."
The young lady had said she would marry him, and Mulla Nasrudin was holding her tenderly. "I wonder what your folks will think," he said. "Do they know that I write poetry?"
"Not yet, Honey," she said. "I HAVE TOLD THEM ABOUT YOUR DRINKING AND GAMBLING, BUT I THOUGHT I'D BETTER NOT TELL THEM EVERYTHING AT ONCE."
Mulla Nasrudin was looking over greeting cards.
The salesman said, "Here's a nice one - "TO THE ONLY GIRL I EVER LOVED."
"WONDERFUL," said Nasrudin. "I WILL TAKE SIX."
"Well, Nasrudin, my boy," said his uncle, "my congratulations! I hear you are engaged to one of the pretty Noyes twins."
"Rather!" replied Mulla Nasrudin, heartily.
"But," said his uncle, "how on earth do you manage to tell them apart?"
"OH," said Nasrudin. "I DON'T TRY!"
"And are mine the only lips, Mulla, you have kissed?" asked she.
"YES," said Nasrudin, "AND THEY ARE THE SWEETEST OF ALL."
"What made you quarrel with Mulla Nasrudin?"
"Well, he proposed to me again last night."
"Where was the harm in it?"
"MY DEAR, I HAD ACCEPTED HIM THE NIGHT BEFORE."
"What do you want with your old letters?" the girl asked her ex-boyfriend, Mulla Nasrudin. "I have given you back your ring. Do you think I am going to use your letters to sue you or something?"
"OH, NO," said Nasrudin, "IT'S NOT THAT. I PAID A FELLOW TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS TO WRITE THEM FOR ME AND I MAY WANT TO USE THEM OVER AGAIN."
Mulla Nasrudin said to his girlfriend. "What do you say we do something different tonight, for a change?"
"O.K.," she said. "What do you suggest?"
"YOU TRY TO KISS ME," said Nasrudin, "AND I WILL SLAP YOUR FACE!"
"What's the best way to teach a girl to swim?" a friend asked Mulla Nasrudin.
"First you put your left arm around her waist," said the Mulla. "Then you gently take her left hand and..."
"She's my sister," interrupted the friend.
"OH, THEN PUSH HER OFF THE DOCK," said Nasrudin.
"There just isn't any justice in this world," said Mulla Nasrudin to a friend. "I used to be a 97-pound weakling, and whenever I went to the beach with my girl, this big 197-pound bully came over and kicked sand in my face. I decided to do something about it, so I took a weight-lifting course and after a while I weighed 197 pounds."
"So what happened?" his friend asked.
"WELL, AFTER THAT," said Nasrudin, "WHENEVER I WENT TO THE BEACH WITH MY GIRL, A 257-POUND BULLY KICKED SAND IN MY FACE."
"Dorothy, your boyfriend, Mulla Nasrudin, seems very bashful," said Mama to her daughter.
"Bashful!" echoed the daughter, "bashful is no name for it."
"Why don't you encourage him a little more? Some men have to be taught how to do their courting. He's a good catch."
"Encourage him!" said the daughter, "he cannot take the most palpable hint. Why, only last night when I sat all alone on the sofa, he perched up in a chair as far away as he could get. I asked him if he didn't think it strange that a man's arm and a woman's waist seemed always to be the same length, and what do you think he did?"
"Why, just what any sensible man would have done - tried it."
"NO," said the daughter. "HE ASKED ME IF I COULD FIND A PIECE OF STRING SO WE COULD MEASURE AND SEE IF IT WAS SO."
"Did you know I am a hero?" said Mulla Nasrudin to his friends in the teahouse.
"How come you're a hero?" asked someone.
"Well, it was my girlfriend's birthday," said the Mulla, "and she said if I ever brought her a gift she would just drop dead in sheer joy. So, I DIDN'T BUY HER ANY AND SAVED HER LIFE."
Mulla Nasrudin finally spoke to his girlfriend's father about marrying his daughter.
"It's a mere formality, I know," said the Mulla, "but we thought you would be pleased if I asked."
"And where did you get the idea," her father asked, "that asking my consent to the marriage was a mere formality?"
"NATURALLY, FROM YOUR WIFE, SIR," said Nasrudin.
Mulla Nasrudin, a party to a suit, was obliged to return home before the jury had brought in its verdict.
When the case was decided in Nasrudin's favour, his lawyer wired him: "RIGHT AND JUSTICE WON."
To which the Mulla replied immediately: "APPEAL AT ONCE."
Mulla Nasrudin had knocked down a woman pedestrian, and the traffic cop on the corner began to bawl him out, yelling, "You must be blind!"
"What's the matter with you," Nasrudin yelled back. "I HIT HER, DIDN'T I?"
Mulla Nasrudin, disturbed by the way his taxi driver was whizzing around corners, finally said to him, "WHY DON'T YOU DO WHAT I DO WHEN I TURN CORNERS - I JUST SHUT MY EYES."
Mulla Nasrudin stood quietly at the bedside of his dying father. "Please, my boy," whispered the old man, "always remember that wealth does not bring happiness."
"YES, FATHER," said Nasrudin, "I REALIZE THAT BUT AT LEAST IT WILL ALLOW ME TO CHOOSE THE KIND OF MISERY I FIND MOST AGREEABLE."
One philosopher said in the teahouse one day: "If you will give me Aristotle's system of logic, I will force my enemy to a conclusion; give me the syllogism, and that is all I ask."
Another philosopher replied: "If you give me the Socratic system of interrogatory, I will run my adversary into a corner."
Mulla Nasrudin hearing all this said: "MY BRETHREN, IF YOU WILL GIVE ME A LITTLE READY CASH, I WILL ALWAYS GAIN MY POINT. I WILL ALWAYS DRIVE MY ADVERSARY TO A CONCLUSION. BECAUSE A LITTLE READY CASH IS A WONDERFUL CLEARER OF THE INTELLECT."
Mulla Nasrudin, hard of hearing, went to the doctor.
"Do you smoke?"
"Sure, all the time."
"Yes, just about anything at all. Any time, too."
"What about late hours? And girls, do you chase them?"
"Sure thing; I live it up whenever I get the chance."
"Well, you will have to cut out all that."
"JUST TO HEAR BETTER? NO THANKS," said Nasrudin, as he walked out of the doctor's office.
The hypochondriac, Mulla Nasrudin, called on his doctor and said, "THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY WIFE. SHE NEVER HAS THE DOCTOR IN."
Mulla Nasrudin complained to the doctor about the size of his bill.
"But, Mulla," said the doctor, "You must remember that I made eleven visits to your home for you."
"YES," said Nasrudin, "BUT YOU SEEM TO BE FORGETTING THAT I INFECTED THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD."
A wandering beggar received so warm a welcome from Mulla Nasrudin that he was astonished and touched.
"Your welcome warms the heart of one who is often rebuffed," said the beggar. "But how did you know, Sir, that I come from another town?"
"JUST THE FACT THAT YOU CAME TO ME," said Nasrudin, "PROVES YOU ARE FROM ANOTHER TOWN. HERE EVERYONE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO CALL ON ME."
A psychiatrist once asked his patient, Mulla Nasrudin, if the latter suffered from fantasies of self-importance. "NO," replied the Mulla, "ON THE CONTRARY, I THINK OF MYSELF AS MUCH LESS THAN I REALLY AM."
Mulla Nasrudin, visiting India, was told he should by all means go on a tiger hunt before returning to his country.
"It's easy," he was assured. "You simply tie a bleating goat in a thicket as night comes on. The cries of the animal will attract a tiger. You are up in a nearby tree. When the tiger arrives, aim your gun between his eyes and blast away."
When the Mulla returned from the hunt he was asked how he made out. "No luck at all," said Nasrudin. "Those tigers are altogether too clever for me. THEY TRAVEL IN PAIRS, AND EACH ONE CLOSES AN EYE. SO, OF COURSE, I MISSED THEM EVERY TIME."
Mulla Nasrudin and his wife went to visit a church that had over the portal the inscription: "This is the house of God - This is the gate of Heaven."
Nasrudin glanced at these words, tried the door and found it locked, turned to his wife and said: "IN OTHER WORDS GO TO HELL!"
"We want a responsible man for this job," said the employer to the applicant, Mulla Nasrudin.
"Well, I guess I am just your man," said Nasrudin. "NO MATTER WHERE I WORKED, WHENEVER ANYTHING WENT WRONG, THEY TOLD ME I WAS RESPONSIBLE, Sir."
Two fellows at a cocktail party were talking about Mulla Nasrudin, a friend of theirs, who also was there.
"Look at him," the first friend said, "over there in the corner with all those girls standing around listening to him tell big stories and bragging. I thought he was supposed to be a woman hater."
"HE IS," said the second friend, "ONLY HE LEFT HER AT HOME TONIGHT."
"I see you keep copies of all the letters you write to your wife. Do you do that to avoid repeating yourself?" one friend asked Mulla Nasrudin.
"NO," said Nasrudin, "TO AVOID CONTRADICTING MYSELF."
Mulla Nasrudin told his little boy to climb to the top of the step-ladder. He then held his arms open and told the little fellow to jump. As the little boy jumped, the Mulla stepped back and the boy fell flat on his face.
"THAT'S TO TEACH YOU A LESSON," said Nasrudin. "DON'T EVER TRUST ANYBODY, EVEN IF IT IS YOUR OWN FATHER."
Mulla Nasrudin used to say:
"It is easy to understand the truth of the recent report that says that the children of today cry more and behave worse than the children of a generation ago. BECAUSE THOSE WERE NOT CHILDREN - THEY WERE US."
"You sold me a car two weeks ago," Mulla Nasrudin said to the used-car salesman.
"Yes, Sir, I remember," the salesman said.
"WELL, TELL ME AGAIN ALL YOU SAID ABOUT IT THEN," said Nasrudin. "I AM GETTING DISCOURAGED."
An artist was hunting a spot where he could spend a week or two and do some work in peace and quiet. He had stopped at the village tavern and was talking to one of the customers, Mulla Nasrudin, about staying at his farm.
"I think I'd like to stay up at your farm," the artist said, "provided there is some good scenery. Is there very much to see up there?"
"I am afraid not " said Nasrudin. "OF COURSE, IF YOU LOOK OUT THE FRONT DOOR YOU CAN SEE THE BARN ACROSS THE ROAD, BUT IF YOU LOOK OUT THE BACK DOOR, YOU CAN'T SEE ANYTHING BUT MOUNTAINS FOR THE NEXT FORTY MILES."
Mulla Nasrudin and his wife were sitting on a bench in the park one evening just at dusk. Without knowing that they were close by, a young man and his girl friend sat down at a bench on the other side of a hedge.
Almost immediately, the young man began to talk in the most loving manner imaginable.
"He does not know we are sitting here," Mulla Nasrudin's wife whispered to her husband. "It sounds like he is going to propose to her. I think you should cough or something and warn him."
"WHY SHOULD I WARN HIM?" asked Nasrudin. "NOBODY WARNED ME."
Mulla Nasrudin was testifying in Court. He noticed that everything he said was being taken down by the court reporter. As he went along, he began talking faster and still faster. Finally, the reporter was frantic to keep up with him.
Suddenly, the Mulla said, "GOOD GRACIOUS, MISTER, DON'T WRITE SO FAST, I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH YOU!"
Mulla Nasrudin's servant rushed into the room and cried, "Hurry your husband is lying unconscious in the hall beside a large round box with a piece of paper clutched in his hand."
"HOW EXCITING," said Mulla Nasrudin's wife, "MY FUR COAT HAS COME."
Mulla Nasrudin trying to pull his car out of a parking space banged into the car ahead. Then he backed into the car behind. Finally, after pulling into the street, he hit a beer truck. When the police arrived, the patrolman said, "Let's see your licence, Sir."
"DON'T BE SILLY," said Nasrudin. "WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD GIVE ME A LICENCE?"
The preacher was chatting with Mulla Nasrudin on the street one day.
"I felt so sorry for your wife in the mosque last Friday," he said, "when she had that terrible spell of coughing and everyone turned to look at her."
"DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT," said the Mulla. "SHE HAD ON HER NEW SPRING HAT."
The barber asked Mulla Nasrudin, "How did you lose your hair, Mulla?"
"Worry," said Nasrudin.
"What did you worry about?" asked the barber.
"ABOUT LOSING MY HAIR," said Nasrudin.
"You sure look depressed," a fellow said to Mulla Nasrudin. "What's the trouble?"
"Well," said the Mulla, "you remember my aunt who just died. I was the one who had her confined to the mental hospital for the last five years of her life.
When she died, she left me all her money. NOW I HAVE GOT TO PROVE THAT SHE WAS OF SOUND MIND WHEN SHE MADE HER WILL SIX WEEKS AGO."
"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."
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."
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 signs, 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."
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."
The professional money raiser called upon Mulla Nasrudin. "I am seeking contributions for a worthy charity," he said. "Our goal is 100,000 and a wellknown philanthropist has already donated a quarter of that."
"WONDERFUL," said Nasrudin. "AND I WILL GIVE YOU ANOTHER QUARTER. HAVE YOU GOT CHANGE FOR A DOLLAR?"
"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!"
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."
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
Mulla Nasrudin had taken one too many when he walked up to 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."
Mulla Nasrudin's family was on a picnic. The wife was standing near the edge of a high cliff, admiring the sea crashing 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."
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."
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?"
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!"
"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."
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."
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!"
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 IS IN THE NATURE OF AN INQUIRY OR AN INVITATION."
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."
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."
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."
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."
"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."
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."
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."
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."
"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."
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."
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."
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."
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."
"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."
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."
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."
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.'"
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."
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 closet 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."
"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 5,000 note due and could not pay it. Because of his money problem, he had worried himself into a state of nervous exhaustion."
"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 5,000 TO."
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 WIN," said Mulla Nasrudin, the third one. "I DO. I HAVE TWO DEUCES AND A THIRTY-EIGHT SPECIAL."
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?"
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."
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?"
"Do you live in this house?"
"Do you want me to help you upstairs?"
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?"
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?"
"Shall I help you upstairs?"
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 shaft."
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."
"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!"
"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!"
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.
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."
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?"
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 man. 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."
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."