READ THE FOLLOWING
: - PRESIDENT CLEVELAND'S
RECEPTION.
"Col. O'Brien, Mr. President,"
said one of the ushers at the
White House Matinee to-day, as the
President reached forward to grasp
the hand which could probably
squeeze into a No.19 glove. The
President looked straight ahead,
and his eyes met the lower button
on his caller's vest. Not finding
a smiling face at that height he
raised his eyes gradually until
they had reached an elevation of 7
feet 6 inches, and in the meantime
the President's head was thrown
back to such a degree that his
standing collar almost collapsed.
When he realized that he was
standing face to face with a real
live circus giant a broad smile
spread over his countenance, and
the crowd of by-standers could not
help laughing at the deliberate
manner in which the President's
eyes wandered up the broad coat
front until the face of the giant
came in sight. to render the
situation more comical there was a
dwarf in the line, and when he
reached the President and clutched
at the latter with two hands there
was another outburst of laughter
at the President's remark, "We are
having the long and the short of
it to-day."
THE GIANTS' BABY
JONE BORO,
Ill., April 21. - Last night Mrs.
Annie O'Brien, the giantess, gave
birth to a boy. The child weighed
21 pounds at birth and is nearly
two feet in height. He is
perfectly formed in every respect,
and is said to bear a striking
resemblance to his father, Pat
O'Brien, the famous Irish giant.
The parents are each nearly eight
feet in height, and were married
about eighteen months ago in
Pittsburg. they are the only
giants ever married in this
country, and the birth of their
boy is the first recorded
offspring of giants that has been
born alive.
THE GIANT AND THE
DIMINUTIVE REPORTER
A Hatchet reporter called
on Mr. O'Brien about lunch time
yesterday, and was invited by the
monument of human flesh and blood
to "take a bite" with him. The
bait thrown out was of the
character calculated to catch the
knight of the Faber and he hit.
The route to the restaurant led
down the Avenue and the five-foot
reporter fully realized his
insignificance when he found
himself walking beside the giant,
the discrepancy in their sizes
making him as much an object of
the public gaze as his tall
friend. O'Brien's "bite"
consisted of half-a-peck of Irish
potatoes, two pounds of
porter-house steak, fried onions,
a monument of slices of bread,
six-cups of coffee, a large dish
of stewed tomatoes, two mince
pies, and an endless amount of
celery. In conversation with the
reporter he said that his wife was
from Wurtemberg, Germany, and they
were married at Louisville, Ky.,
in a theatre in the presence of
3,000 people.
Pat O'Brien's (the giant) coat is
just five feet seven inches in
length, while six children could
be supplies with two suits each
with the cloth in requires to make
a dress for his giant Pat O'Brien
is just tall enough to whisper to
a coachman when sitting in an
upright position on his box, but
he takes good care his wife has no
conversations with coachmen.- NEW
YORK
THE UNION OF GIANTS
The wedding of the giants took
place at 11 a.m., yesterday, as
per announcement in the German
Protestant Church, at Smithfield
Street, and Sixth Avenue. the
contracting parties were Patrick
William Parsons O'Brien, 7 feet 11
inches high, weight 296 pounds,
and Christians D. Dunz, 7 feet 4
inches high, weight 313 pounds.
The groom was born at Belfast,
Ireland, in 1853, and the bride at
Wurtemberg, Germany, in 1863. At
eleven o'clock the organ began
pouring out the strains of
Mendelsshon's wedding march.
Every eye was turned toward the
doorway to note the entrance of
the bridal party, led by Manager
G. O. Starr and Director Chalet in
the gay uniform of the museum,
with white cravats and gloves, and
fragrant bouquets. Next came Mr.
and Mrs. Freidenborg, the foster
father and mother of Miss Dunz,
followed by the towering forms of
the bride and groom both elegantly
attired. When Rev. Mr. Ruoff
began the marriage service in
English there was perfect
silence. The groom's response
came in a sharp, clear voice,
while the bride's was smothered by
tears. When the service was over
the bride hurriedly drew off her
immense white glove to allow the
wedding ring to be placed on her
finger. Then the groom tried to
open the veil which covered her
face. He fumbled around in a
clumsy way for a moment, and then
gave it a quick twitch and bending
down kissed the bride with a smack
which resounded through the whole
church, and caused a hearty round
of applause. There was then a
rush form all sides to
congratulate the bride and groom,
and shake hands with them.
