him to show himself bare-headed, which took off several inches from his
professional height. Another day his boots would be in the tub, and he
wouldn't be able to get them on. I've seen him go on the stage in a
general's uniform with carpet slippers and no hat, which everyone knew
must be contrary to the regulations of the Arabian army, in which he was
supposed to hold his commission.

"One night his bedstead broke down under him, and he came very near
breaking a leg or so. In the morning he found out that someone had sawed
a leg of the bedstead nearly all the way through, and, of course, he
knew that the Dwarf had done it. But you couldn't prove anything against
the Dwarf. He would always swear that he never had any hand in the
accidents, and there was never any evidence against him that anybody
could get hold of. I didn't mind what games he played on the Giant as
long as the Giant wasn't made to break anything that would lay him on
the shelf, and I told the Dwarf that I was the last man to interfere
with any man's innocent amusements, but that in case the Giant happened
to break a leg, I should go out of the Giant and Dwarf business at once.
But that didn't scare him a particle. He knew that he was worth his
salary in any Dime Museum in America, and more than that, he had money
enough laid up in the bank to live on, assuming, of course, that he
could draw it out before the cashier should bolt to Canada with it. So
he was as independent as you please, and told me that if I chose to hold
him responsible for other people's legs he couldn't help it, and had
nothing to say about it.

"At that time I had a Female Samson. She wasn't the Combined Female
Contortionist and Strongest Woman in the World that is in my show at
present, but she was in about the same line of business. These Strong
Women are all genuine, you understand. You can embellish them a little