Here’s a Soviet-era joke told by one computational linguist to another:

Have you heard that Academician Ambartsumian has just won a Volga car in the state lottery?

Of course I have. Only he’s no academician. He’s a night watchman. And his name is not Ambartsumian. It’s Rabinovich. And it was not a car. It was a hundred rubles. And he played poker, not the state lottery. Oh, and by the way: he didn’t win!