, 1889-01-06
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New York Halter.

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New York Halter
a prominent Eighth avenue halter
wAs surprisingly made aware that a
very little thing at times causes a great
deal of commotion in this hustling
world. He was oozily seated in his
palatial hat repository and carefully
engaged in scrftinizing the columns
of The Evening Sun, when n gentle
nan entered and asked to see some
hats. The latest thing in silk tiles was
shown 10 him. He tried one on. II
did not exactly suit his fancy, how
ever, and the proprietor placed several
others before him, and was about to
return the first ono TO its proper shelf
when n still, small voice" from its
interior greatly startled him. .
Hold on, sir" said the voice; I'm
not done yet" The astonishment de-
picted on the face of the halter, as he
dropped the tile and peercd into it
was doubly increased by what he saw,
and he hastily jumped back and
clutched the counter for support
His ordinations of surprise and ex-
cited manner brought several clerks
and customers TO his side, whose as
constituent became equally as great as
his. And no wonder. Tho most di-
minutive mite of n man that ever ex-
listed outside Of Mother Goose's Melo-
dies or Swift's Liliputians was stand
ing upright in the hat, which was, of
course, an ordinary one, and having
plenty Of room 10 move about therein.
With the assistance of tho customer
who had called for the headgear, tho
little fellow was helped out, and tax
ing his stand on the rim of the hat his
elbow resting on tho crown, he babe
the writer n pleasant good evening"
He had been but imperfectly seen
while in the hat; therefore, upon look
ing at him out of it, the reporter could
scarcely believe his eyes, for there
stood n perfectly formed and, MS he
subsequently, proved, an intelligent
little gentleman. No reporter could
resist the instinct TO engage him in an
interview. II was discovered that he
came 10 the store in the overcoat
pocket Of the gentleman who had
helped him out of the hat, and whom
the spectators now strongly suspected
of having previously helped him in.
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Tho little fellows mann proved to
be Hop o My Thumb, n euphoneous
cognomen given TO him because of his
diminutivo size. He is 10 years of age,
16 inches in height and weighs just .
pounds. Soon after imparting this in.
formation he was conveyed to the
pocket Of the gentleman who brought
him in, and then, while waggishly
wagging his small head, he informed
his interviewer that the owner OF khe
pocket, etc, was Mr.. Thomas FostSr,
his manager, who was ms fine assifk. +"
I'm somewhat under his size" said
Hop, but nevertheless he treats me
in all things as his equal. We have
many a lark together" This last re-
mark vas made while he rolled n tiny
cigarette, and he indeed looked anus
ing II he leaned against the sido of his
managers pocket and c~ontentedly
pulled away. No one present doubted
the statement made by Mr.. Foster that
Hop o My Thumb is tho smallest
known human being, and that his like
has probably never. existed. He has
gained the age of maturity" said Mr..
Foster, "and yet he weighs no moro
than the average babo at birth"
At this saying he lifted the atom Of
manhood from his position in the
pocket and actually held him out to
tho reporter on the palm of his hand,
while the subject of his remarks bowed
10 every one present with the air of n
Chesterfield. A bright smile then
lllumined his handsome little face Us
quoting "a mans n man for a that"
tho lid of the pocket was buttoned
over him and the manager and mito
took their departure. = New York
Evening Sun.