The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-06-02
J. P. MORGAN FIRM MADE PROFITS
DURING 1929 CRASH, PROBE SHOWS
Morgan Thrilled by Outrage
of Holding Midget on Knee
Enjoys Gossip With Tiny
Circus Woman While
Cameras Grind.
BY RAY TUCKER
Times Special Writer
BY KAY TUChEh
Times Special Writer

WASHINGTON, June 2.-ThlS is
the true story of the mighty Morgan
and the midget-of the richest man
in the world" and the 'littlest
woman"
He met her at the senate investi-
cation, where talk of billions ceased
once this tiny, fantastic creature
from the sideshow sawdust traipsed
into the room. She climbed on his
knee-twice-and he enjoyed it. He
gossiped with her.
Though Chairman Duncan Flet-
cher Dem, Fla denounced the in
cident as a damned outrage" and
sent wires to picture services begging
them not to use pictures of the
strange scene, j. P. Morgan and his
partners did not make move to
prevent publication.
George Whitney even refused to
do so when requested by the boyiSh
committee clerk.
Thrill for Morgan
It was thrill for the financier.
He played grandpa to this twenty
one -inch-tall thing from the tented
top. It was at his royal command
that she went to him, displayed her
ear rings and gaudy attire, told him
her circus name and her right name
and posed for the photographers.
Bending down as she juggled on
his broad, right knee, he said to
her:
Why, I've got grandson bigger
than you"
But I'm older" she pouted.
How old are you?" asked Mr.
Morgan.
"Thirty-two years Old piped up
the press agent with her, thinking
of circus contrasts between years
and size.
But for once the lady of the cir
Gus was living real, though dazzl-
ing moment. She could not lie to
the great man.
And a True Gallant!
I'm only TO- she whispered
Mr.. Morgan was gallant.
You don't look it," he said with
bow.
Where do you live?" he asked, as
any man would ask of any girl.
I'm a tent, sir" she replied, as
girls will.
He admired her bizarre costume
She wore a red-mesh raffia hat, blue
sateen gown, light blue stockings
and black slippers. Then up spoke
the press agent:
"Lya, take off your hat"
Get 1t Over With"
mo, no." she protested as they
tugged at it so that the photog- |
raphers might get another and |
fresher pose.
Don't take it off, said Mr.. Nor
gan. Its pretty"
AS the midget first approached,
he arose. She shook hands with Mr..
Whitney, but she knew her Nor
gans. Meeting him, she shook hands,
curtSied, and said:
I'm the smallest woman in the
WI 01lQ L w dI1b W 1IlSCJ bllS l1CIl-
est man."
Mr.. Whitney grew restless and
said to the camera men: Come on,
get it over with"
Her Big Moment
Sadly, slowly she climbed down.
At the door she said to the CORE
spondent:
My real name is Margaret Fur
man. We're moving to Wilmington
tonight. Will you send me a copy
of your paper?"
The press agent who managed the
stunt said: HE was very nice. He
set her on his knee. I didn't think
he'd want to do that"
But the midget danced back to
her stall in the sideshow. To her
maybe-it was not stunt. 1t may
have been one of those great mo-
ments to which every girl, big or lit
tie. is entitled now and then.
But around the committee room
there still RACES a furious argument
as to whether "the richest man on
earth" or the "littlest woman" got