"Young man," said the angry
father, Mulla Nasrudin, "didn't I hear the clock strike four when you brought
my daughter home?"
"Yes, Sir," said the boy.
"It was going to strike ten, but I grabbed the gong and held it so it
wouldn't disturb you."
"I WILL BE A SO-AND-SO," said
Nasrudin. "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT IN MY YOUNGER DAYS?"
