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From: ronse@prlb2.UUCP (Ronse)
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Subject: Soviet joke
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Date: Tue, 6-Nov-84 07:45:20 EST
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Posted: Tue Nov  6 07:45:20 1984
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[insect food]

   1930. The world is in the throes of an international crisis of
capitalism. Friz is thinking of leaving the grinding poverty of 
Germany and emigrating to the Soviet Union, the working people's 
paradise. His friend Hans is also attracted to the idea, but he 
is cautious and still has reservations.

``All right, then'', says Fritz. ``I'll go first and write back 
and tell you what it's like. Then you can come over and join me.''

``But perhaps they have censorship'', says Hans. ``I'll tell you 
what: if everything is allright, use normal blue ink. But if you 
want to convey to me that what you're writing is not true, then use
green ink.''

Fritz makes his way to the Soviet Union. Three months later Hans
gets a letter from him, written in blue ink:

``Everything is just fine. There's plenty to eat and plenty to drink.
I've been given a big, airy apartment and a couple of suits of clothing.
I'm thinking of buying a motor-bike soon. This summer I'm off to the 
Black Sea for my holidays. Don't believe anything you read in the 
capitalist press about the Soviet Union: it's all lies. You can get 
everything you need here. The only thing you can't get is green ink.
Yours sincerely, Fritz.''