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the Mulla, "is an educational toy, designed to prepare the child for life in today's world. Any way he puts it together is wrong."
84.
Mulla Nasrudin, having spent considerable time tramping the corridors of the museum, paused for a refreshing cigar.
He had not been smoking long when a museum guard approached him angrily and said: "Do you see that?" He was pointing to a sign on the wall which said in glaring red letters: NO SMOKING.
Mulla Nasrudin regarded it for a moment, then said to the guard: "It does not say 'positively'."
85.
Mulla Nasrudin sat moodily over his drink, and his friend said: "You look pretty down in the mouth, Mulla. What's the matter?"
Nasrudin said: "My psychiatrist says I am in love with my umbrella and that that's the source of my troubles."
"In love with your umbrella!"
"Yes. Isn't that ridiculous? Oh, I like and respect my umbrella and enjoy its company, but love?"
86.
Once Mulla Nasrudin said, addressing a big gathering: "It is with some trepidation that I address an audience of people, all of whom are smarter than I am. All of whom put together, that is."
87.
Mulla Nasrudin became ill and called in a specialist.
The specialist, as he stood by the bedside, said: "Yes, I can cure you."
"What will it cost?" asked the Mulla faintly.
"Five thousand rupees."
"You will have to shave your price a little," replied Nasrudin. "I have a better bid from the undertaker, sir."
88.
Mulla Nasrudin was working as a city-reporter in a local daily. One night as he was passing along the ways on the banks of the river, he heard the sound of someone struggling in the water.
"Are you drowning?" shouted the Mulla.
"I am," replied a feeble voice from the water.
"What a pity!" said Nasrudin consolingly. "You are just too late for the last edition tonight. But cheer up; you'll have a nice little paragraph all to yourself in the morning."
89.
"Now look me right in the face."
"Doctor," said Mulla Nasrudin, "I got my own problems."
90.
Mulla Nasrudin, who was invited to a house party
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