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Show Out of Business Hours To realize what the antiquity of this one Is you first must look up the date of Gen. Tom Thumb's death and then hark still farther back to the yet more remote period when that little man was at the height of his fame. Under the management of P. T. Barnum, the most famous of all our dwarfs was touring the country. Between Be-tween engagements he stopped over Sunday at a country hotel in New England. A lady of the neighborhood called and sent up her card with the request that she be permitted to meet the general. The message was received by a member of Barnum's staff, who happened at the moment to be in the general's room. This person, who was six feet tall and broad in proportion and something of a wit, asked that the lady be siiown up. Presently she knocked at the door and he answered it. "I am looking," sne said, "for Gen. Tom Thumb." "Madam," he said, "proceed to look." "Surely you are not the celebrated midget?" she cried. "Certainly I am," he answered. "But Just at the present moment,' madam, 1 happen to be resting." |