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said Mulla Nasrudin, "my family can trace its ancestry back to Muhammed the Prophet."
"I suppose," remarked his friend, "you will be telling us that your ancestors were in the Ark with Noah?"
"Certainly not," said Nasrudin. "my people had a boat of their own."
97.
"What do you think, Mulla, of our two candidates for presidency?"
"Well, I am glad," said Mulla Nasrudin, "that only one can be elected."
98.
Mulla Nasrudin and a friend met in the garment district one day. The friend's voice was heavy with woe. He said to the Mulla: "Did you hear about Mahmood?"
Nasrudin, startled, said: "No; what about Mahmood?"
"He dropped dead with a heart attack yesterday."
"What!" said Mulla Nasrudin. "in the middle of the season?"
99.
Mulla Nasrudin was driving along a country road when he noticed a couple of repairmen climbing telephone poles.
"Fools!" he exclaimed to his companion, "they must think I never drove a car before."
100.
Mulla Nasrudin rushed into a barber shop.
"Cut everything short," he said, "hair, whiskers, and conversation."
101.
Mulla Nasrudin lost his faith once and became a hard-bitten atheist. His new credo was: "There is no God, and Muhammad is his prophet."
102.
Friend: "So your new job makes you independent, Mulla?"
Mulla Nasrudin: "Absolutely. I get here any time I want before eight, and leave just when I please after five."
103.
As Mulla Nasrudin was leaving, he murmured to the hostess: "The meal was delicious, what there was of it."
Noting the hurt expression on his hostess's face, the Mulla blushed and hastened to say: "Oh, oh, and there was plenty of food, such as it was."
104.
"I turned the way I signaled," said the lady, indignantly, after the crash.
"I know it," retorted Mulla Nasrudin. "that's what fooled me."
105.
A young swain, on an automobile drive in the country with his loved one, left the car long enough to venture into a field where he might pick a bouquet of wild flowers for his lady fair. He had barely plucked the blossoms, when he became
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