Some more samples from Leo Rosten’s Giant Book of Laughter…

An anecdote about Groucho Marx: He was driving back from a casual trip to Tijuana, Mexico. On the California side of the border, the U.S. immigration officials asked each driver a few questions.  When Groucho’s car stopped, the Fed touched the brim of his hat and said, “Are you an American citizen?”

“Certainly,” said Groucho.

“And where were you born?”

“New York.”

“What’s your occupation?

Groucho leaned out of the window to whisper, “Smuggler.”

On Communism: Two dogs met in West Berlin. “How do you like life in this decadent, capitalist city?” asked the dachshund.

“So-so,” waffled the borzoi.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, in East Berlin I get meat that is soaked in the finest vodka. My doghouse has an electric heater in it. Once a week I see a cultural movie.”

The dachshund scratched his chin. “If that’s the way you live in Communist East Berlin, why do you come to West Berlin so often?”

The borzoi frowned, “Every so often I have this need to bark.”

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