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who was invited to a house party he didn't wish to attend, telegraphed to the hostess: "Regret I can't come. Complete lie follows by letter."
91.
An American, staying with Mulla Nasrudin, received a telegram, and his face broke out in smiles. Said his friend, Mulla Nasrudin: "Good news, Robert?"
"You bet, Mulla. My grandfather and grandmother just celebrated a golden wedding."
"Golden wedding? What is that?" asked the Mulla.
"Well, you see, they've been together for fifty years -- "
Whereupon Nasrudin broke in: "And now he's married her? Oh, bravo!"
92.
"And at her request you gave up drinking, Mulla?"
"Yes."
"And you stopped smoking, for the same reason?"
"I did."
"And it was for her that you gave up dancing, card parties, and billiards?"
"Absolutely."
"Then why didn't you marry her?"
"Well," said Mulla Nasrudin, "After all this reforming I realized I could do better."
93.
One friend of Mulla Nasrudin was amazed to see that the Mulla had hitched his prize-winning possession, his prize-winning bull, to the plow and was guiding it across his fields.
He said: "Mulla have you gone crazy? That bull is worth twenty-five thousand rupees. Why are you letting him pull a plow?" "That bull," said the Mulla grimly, "has got to learn that life isn't all play."
94.
Mulla Nasrudin crept into the psychiatrist's office, looked furtively around, then pressed his ear to the desk.
"Listen!" he hissed.
The psychiatrist pressed his ear to the desk.
"I can't hear anything," he said.
"Exactly what I mean," said Nasrudin. "worrying, isn't it?"
95.
Mulla Nasrudin was defeated ignominiously when he ran for the office of sheriff.
He got only one vote out of a total of 3,5000, and the next day he walked down Main Street with two guns hanging from his belt.
"You were not elected, and you have no right to carry guns, Mulla," fellow citizens told him.
"Listen, folks," replied Nasrudin, "a man with no more friends than I have got in this country needs to carry guns."
96.
"Yes," said
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