Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-01-18
AT HOME IN A POCKET.
A vsritable Living Liiiputian Unnerses .
New York Halter.

A vsritable Living Liiiputian Unnerves .
New York Halter.
A prominent Eighth venue halter
was surprisingly made aware that q
very little thing at times cause a great
deal of commotion in this hustling
world. He was eozily seated in his
p~alatial hat repository and carefully
engaged in scrutinizing the columns
Of The Evening Sun, when a gentle
man entered and asked 20 see some
hats. The latest thing in silk tiles was
shown TO 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 one TO its proper shelf
when "a "still, small voice" from its
interior greatly startled him.
Hold on, sir" said the voice; I'm
not done yet" The establishment de-
picted on the face of the halter, as he
dropped the tile and peered 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. The most di-
minutive mite of a nan that ever ex-
isted 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 TO now about therein.
With the assistance of the 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 the crown, he babe
the writer a pleasant good evening"
He had been but imperfeetly seen
while in the hat therefore, upon look.
ing 1t him out of il, the reporter could
scarcely believe his eyes, for there
stood a perfectly formed and, as 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 TO the store in the o%yercoat
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 il.
The little fellows name proved to
be Hop o Ny Thumb, a euphoneous
cognomen given 10 him because Of his
diminutive 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 the
pocket, etc, was Mr.. Thomas Foster,
his manager, who was as Zine as silk "
I'm somewhat under hissize, said
Hop, but nevertheless he treats me
in all things as his equal. We have
many a lark together" This last re-
mark was made while he rolled a 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 like
has probably never existed. He has
gained the age Of maturity" said Mr..
Foster, ''and yet he weighs no more
than the average babe at birth"
AT this saying he lifted the atom OF
manhood from his position in the
pocket and actually held him out to
the reporter on the palm of his hand,
while the subject of his remarks bowed
TO every one present with the air of a
Chesterfield. A bright smile then
illumined his handsome little face as
quoting "A mans a man for a that
the lid Of the pocket was buttoned
over him and the manager and mite
took their departure. = New York
Evening Sun.