GOLD NUGGET

In a mining district, Mrs. Brown presented her husband with a 12 pound baby boy. Mr. Brown was so delighted that he went to the newspaper office and told them that he had found a 12 pound gold nugget, as pure as any in America. Naturally, the newspaper sent a reporter to the house to get the story, as anyone would do, and everyone was prospecting for gold in the little town. This is what happened.

Reporter: "Does Mr. Brown live here?

She: "He does."

He: "Is he in?"

She: "No."

He: "I understand that he found a nugget of gold weighing 12 pounds."

She: (Seeing the joke) "Yes, he found one."

He: "Can you show me the spot where he found it?"

She: "I'm afraid Mr. Brown would object as it is private."

He: "Is the hole very far from here?"

She: "No, it is quite near."

He: "Has Mr. Brown been working the claim long?"

She: "No, only about ten months."

He: "Has he reached the bottom yet?"

She: "No, but he is very near."

He: "Was Mr. Brown the first to work it?"

She: "Well, he thinks he was."

He: "Has he been working the claim regularly since he found it?"

She: "No, but I told him last night it was time to start again."

He: "I suppose he works it secretly?"

She: "Yes, mostly every night."

He: "Do you help him?"

She: "I do my best."

He: "Do you think he will sell the claim?"

She: "I doubt it, he gets so much pleasure out of working it."

He: "Did he blast it out with nitroglycerine?"

She: "No, he used vaseline and kept digging."

He: "Has he widened the hole any?"

She: "Yes, a little."

He: "How big is the hole?"

She: "Well, about normal size, I suppose."

He: "Is he going to improve the mine any?"

She: "Yes, he said he was going to white wash the shaft tonight."

He: "Does he work alone at night?"

She: "No, I hold it for him and we split 50/50."

He: "Is he an expert at it?"

She: "Well, he does good work."

He: "Would you mind showing me the gold nugget?"

She: "Certainly not." (Then she brought out the 12 pound baby boy and they carried the reporter to the hospital.)