QUESTIONS? I have been asked
thousands each season.
There is no doubt in my mind but
that most people think their
questions are original.
I can almost guess just what
questions each person is going to
ask, so in case you wish to
remember the answers you are sure
to forget, - I am, -
27 years old.
8 feet 6 1/2 inches tall.
3 3/4 pounds at birth.
376 pounds at present time.
El Paso, Texas, is my birthplace.
22 size shoes.
18 size gloves.
Appetite, excellent.
My parents and two brothers are
absolutely normal, my mother being
5 feet 6 inches and my father 5
feet 9 inches. My two brothers
are 6 feet each.
I have traveled extensively
throughout North and South America
also in all the principal European
Countries and enjoy it.
I am a great lover of movie and
art, play a saxophone and guitar
for my own amusement and perhaps
to the regret of others. I etch
and paint, but my chief hobby is
modeling in clay. My highest
ambition is to be a great father
some day.
"How do I Sleep?" This is one of
the most frequent questions asked
of me, In hotels I use two full
sized beds placed side by side and
stretch from corner to corner, -
In the Show Train I have a
specially constructed berth, but
in the ordinary Pullman I just
fold up in the regulation berth
and make the best of it. Apropos
of this a must amusing incident
occurred on one of my homeward
trips. It was the first night on
board, I had fallen into a deep
sleep and was completely relaxed.
In so doing, I suppose I stretched
full length, sticking my two feet
well out of the end of my berth.
The porter happening along the
dimly lighted aisle came suddenly
upon these two extra size feet
blocking his way. A blood
curdling yelp escaped him and he
dashed madly to the end of the
car. Every passenger was awakened
and heads popped from every
berth. The porter stood at the
door his knees knocking together,
all he could do was point and
mutter in sort of a jibber- "feet,
feet, two awful big feet."
Needless to say, I withdrew my
feet immediately upon awakening so
when the lights, were turned on
the aisle was empty: no one
surmised the truth so the joke was
on the porter, but no one enjoyed
it as much as I.
All of my clothing is mode to
order, and it is most amazing how
few people realize this. In one
town, a little white haired lady
attracted my attention, for she
had such a sweet smile. She also
seemed so enthused I did not
resent the very many questions she
showered on me. She proudly told
me all about her boy whom, we
discovered during the interview,
was exactly my age, day and year,
- this had delighted her she
promised not to forget me and she
certainly has not, for when the
next July 3rd came, our birthday,
a package came also a very nice
white shirt for me-but size 11
1/25 the size her boy wears I
suppose. That was three years ago
but each birthday brings along
another litte white shirt from the
little white haired lady. If she
will only continue to remember for
another couple of birthdays, I
might have all the little shirts
made into one big shirt to fit me.
BOYS? I seem to be of great
interest to them, and they to are
very amusing in me. One day I
noticed a youngster standing
beside my platform staring at me
most intensely. He was poorly and
rather carelessly dressed, but
clean. I could picture his head
at daybreak getting out of that
house to be at the grounds when
the first wagon rolled on. He had
not taken the time to buckle the
buttons of his knickers, they hung
loosely, reaching nearly to the
tops of his enlarged shoes, giving
him an awkward gawky appearance.
He was just all "BOY" and I liked
him, No doubt he sort of moved in
and was encouraged, for he edged
up to me and asked.
"How big are you Mister, please?"
"8 feet 6 1/2 inches tall." I
answered.
"Gee Whiz," he exclaimed, 8 feet 6
1/2 inches? Jim-mey1.. an how much
you weigh?"
"376 pounds." I told him.
"Golly." he gasped, then stammered
a bit before asking," Anda-what
you eat spinach?"
"Oh Spinach." I lied (I recall I
hated it as a boy), "plenty of it,
too-do you eat spinach?"
He took his time before answering
and looked me over from head to
foot, "Yeah," he said slowly and
half under his breath, then
started to leave, but called back
over his shoulder, 'but I won't
anymore."
I am the biggest man in the world
but for some reason or other a
great majority of people must
think I am constantly lost.
Whenever I dare venture more then
a block away from the Circus
Grounds in search of a Telegraph
Station, Post Office or Pharmacy
and chance to ask a passerby for
directions, I very rarely get
farther than "Please tell me---
---" I am them interrupted with a
wise smile and "Right back that
way, just around the corner and
you'll see the tents and they jerk
their thumbs back in the direction
from which I have just come, "You
cant' miss it, Big Boy, you cant'
miss it."
WISE CRACKS? they never annoy me
anymore, I just stop and consider
our Clowns get nice fat salaries
for acting silly. ---
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