The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1889-02-07
AT HOME IN A POCKET.
A Veritablo Living Liliputian Unneryes a
New York Halter.

New York Halter.
A prominent Eighth avenue halter
was surprisingly made aware that a
very little thing at times causes a great
deal OF cOmmotlon III this hustling
world. He was cozily seated in his
palatial hat repository and carefully
engaged in scrutinizinc the columns
of The Evening Sun, when gentle
man entered and asked to see some
hats The latest thing in silk tiles was
shown to him. He tried one on. It
did not exactly suit his fancy, how
ever, and the proprietor placed several
others before him, and was about to
return the first one to its proper shelf
when still, small voice" from its
interior greatly startled him.
Hold on, sir said the voice; Tn
not done yet : The establishment de-
pictcd on the face of the halter, as he
dropped the tile and pecred into it,
was doubly increased by what he saw,
and he hastily jumped back and
clutched the counter for support.
His Explanations 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 The most di-
minutive mite Of man that ever ex-
listed outside Of Mother Goosc'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 to move about therein.
With the assistance Of the customer
who he'd called for the headgear, the
little fellow was helped out, and talk
ing his st2nd on the rim of the hat, his
elbow resting on the crown, he babe
the writer pleasant good evening""
he had been but imperfecuy seen
while in the hat; therefore, upon look
ing at him out of it, the reporter could
scarcely believe his eyes, for there
stood perfectly formed and as he
subsequently, proved, an intelligent
little gentleman. No reporter could
resist the instinct to engage him in an
interview. 1t was discovered that he
came to 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
to it.
The little fellows name proved to
be Hop o My Thumb, q euphoneous
cognomen given to him because of his
dlmlnudve size lie is years of age,
IS inches in height, and weighs Just 8
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 the
pocket, etc, was Mr.. Thomas Foster,
his manager, who was as fine as silk. !"
I'm somewhat under his size, said
Hop, but nevertheless he treats me
in all things as his equal. We have
many 4 lark together" This last re-
mark was made while he rolled tiny
cigarette, and he indeed looked anus
ing as he leaned against the side of his
managers pocket and contentedly
| pulled away. No one present doubted
the statement made by Mr.. Foster that
Hop o My Thumb is the smallest
known human being, and that his lil1s
has probably never existed He La:
gained the age Of maturity" said Mr.
Foster, and yet he weighs no moro
than the average babe at birth"
At this saying he lifted the atom o.
manhood from his position in thu
pocket and actually held him out t.
the reporter on the palm OF his hand
while the subject Of his remarks bowed
to every one present with the air Of 6
Chesterfield A bright smile then
illumined bis handsome little face as
quoting "A mans man for a that, y
the lid Of the pocket was buttoned
over him and the manager and mite
took their departure. : New York
Evening Sun.