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The engine is not as tall as the engineer when he stands up. It tilts the passengers perilously to the right, and then way over to the left, and finishes with a flirting snap-the-whlp that lands the sightseen with a flourish on a low platform. Inside, the dwarfs are waiting, SO at least. It is like “Gulliver's Travels” to walk into a 'village whose houses were not 10 feet high and hullt like a Punch and Judy show to bring the midgets onto a level with their guests. These booths are frail things of stucco and plaster; small roosts with tiny stairs like a chicken-run at the side. Up these minute Stairs come the midgets by 9 o’clock each morn ing, for it is all but a crime for any of the troupe to be late. Their acts at the theater did not start before 10, but all the world knows that curious ones come early and stay late, where a circus is concerned, and this is the smallest circus one had ever seen out of the •land of toys, and Its tiny entertainers must be in their booths, ready to strut about and ■sell post cards of themselves to the early birds. f"kVER each one’s booth is painted a title, V* nice a calling card. These were all grand -folk, apparently, scions of Latin and Teutonic Mobility. Lords and ladles, and even royalty. The bourgeoisie know their place and step hurriedly out of the path when- the smallest Tof Shetland ponies canters past, bearing to the 'Hippodrome Prussian officers with pasty, flat laces; commanding generals nearly three feet high. Their uniforms are cut by military tai lors and fitted like wax, and the tiny gray cloth coats are as perfect as any at Potsdam. Their 'ladies, too, are slender, beautiful walking dolls, the last word in chiffons from Vienna and Budapest. These aristocrats of the colony are more delicately modeled than the others. Their hands have long fingers and good nails, and the haughty heads are small, to match the neat, slender figures. But the grinning little rough-necks, who are not so expensively finished, enjoy themselves just as thoroughly as their finer kin. They de light In being looked at in wonder, and swag ger about with their betters, their enormous heads and stumpy figures heavy with more than Importance. They look like cakes that had risen too fast and been spoiled In the baking. Most dwarfs come from Germany, mainly from the Black Forest, and many of them are said to have been deliberately stunted for show purposes. There aie pigmies, too. In Italy and the Tyrole and the Balkans. The uglier they are the more pompously they strut and their little faces are thrust Into the lime light at every possible opportunity. They de light In being photographed and In adding themselves to already satisfactory groups. The village was built for the Summer sea son only; light booths, tossed together for show and not permanence. Every one ap- THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. t MAY 26, 1929—PART 7. A Paris Garden, Where Gathered the Midgets of Many Nations--- Everything on a Dollhouse Seale--r Troubles of the Lilliputians. patently went home to roost, for there seemed to be no sleeping quarters. The aristocrats did, anyway, riding off on the fat ponies after the last show, through the Bols and tbs gate and the smiling people In the streets, haughty and aloof from such %ho were not so fortunate as to be bora different from the rest of the pack. A few may have done light housekeep ing somewhere, but the quarters were all too frail and exposed for much privacy. > There was street after street of these booths, like a toy town, with toy furniture In the main room for the midgets to sit on and rest between shows, and sheafs of post cards to be . ' . " • * <\v * • , • ' • . • . _ • graa X' : "USkR SIBIL Jbß v '-'■ r 'jflr (1- HjH^noj M • -,. -: HH^bv Mrs. Tom Thumb and Primn. sold, showing them In their "gets. 1 * Some* times they smoked and threw matches down like everybody else, but as there was also a toy lire department and police force, nobody felt at all uneasy about It, but wandered about the streets between shows, visiting their friends and talking over their neighbors; not bowing to one another If they did not want to, or passing some rival In haughty disdain. But they all had to be at the Hippodrome on time. When the bell rang, the fat ponies came racing in, with platforms strapped on their backs for gay little ballerinas (jandng on their toes, and a six-foot ring master close at hand to catch anybody who might lorn her balance and fall off. Here came his royal highness, the Prince Smaun Sing Hpoo, hardly two feet high and as black as his own Burmese gods. He would saunter into the ring and bow to the audience with the gravity brooming a prince of India, hand his top hat and his frock coat to his attendant and as gravely proceed to whirl Indian clubs as large as cream bottles, to lift real cannon shot that whacked on the floor when he dropped them, to swing by one arm on a trapeae, way out over the breathless audience and back, and then stand at ease, flexing his muscles for an admiring gallery as if—pouf I It were nothing at all! CINQ had a sweetheart, a pink German mid* u get even tinier than hi««n> and with no apparent scruples as to race and color hi a future husband. She was a blond, with a fig ure like a fat doll, and a small head covered with fussy golden hair, Just the type a dark Oriental would adore. Also, ■*«» was called “Princess”—most suitable for a rajah’s bride. There was a Si. Bernard dog in the troupe, belonging to two Kentucky dwarfs nam»d Laibal. Sing was terrified of the antm*i it must have looked like 'a mammoth to tdm. Sing would scramble onto my knee for sanc tuary and say in perfect English: "Isn’t it a devil dog! Did you bring’your poodle today? Where is he? Did he really cross the ocean and walk on his hind legs down the deck? Make him walk now.” Standing on my lap with that pinched little face Just above my own, I could not realise that he was alive—a man of 21 and engaged to be married. He was a talking toy with the mind of a child. “Will you come to my show again today?" patting my cheeks with those dark little hands. “Have you any chocolates?” It was the big dog’s owner who first dis covered to us the prise of the whole show. “Are you the only American midgets, Mr. Daibal? You and your wife?" “Good heavens, no! Didn’t we know who was right over there back of the band stand? Well, come and seel” “By George! It’s Mrs. Tom Thumb!” It was. There she stood in her booth, selling a post card with her picture on it. She was like a letter from home in that foreign land, the very breath of New England, in her Vic torian bustle and crimps, her ulster and specks —she was getting ready to go home—the funny little plush dress laced in at the waist like an hour glass; but, above all, the plain Yankee accent when she said, “My dear, you are good to see. Come again tomorrow. It will be my birthday.” She put on a mink tippet because it was cool, and an old-fashioned bonnet, and. Indeed, I wanted to go with her, not to lose so soon this new-found bit of home that rode away with the small fat husband, Count Primo Magrl, Tom’s successor, whom I had entirely forgotten to mention. Patient little gentleman, Primo, in name only; he never ventured to steal her thunder. Gallantly he escorted her to the theater and then back to their booth whenever their turn was due. He was punctillious about everything but his necktie. He detested the feeling of anything around his throat and never, as ter as his friends can testify, wore either a col lar or cravat, even with a dress suit. A fat diamond stud fastened his collar-band and a still larger diamond called attention to the fat hand that was rarely without a great black Continued on Page 15.