THE DEMOCRATIC PRESS — FEBRUARY 12, 1880
A TALL TALE — Mr. Sanscript Tells Another Story
‘Speaking of big men,’ said Sanscript, laying down the newspaper and wiping the dew from his spectacles with the table-cloth, ‘speaking of big men reminds me of the time I was in California—
‘John,’ interrupted Mrs. Sanscript, ‘are you getting ready to tell one of your big California lies again?
‘No, madam, I’m getting ready to tell about a big California boy—the biggest fellow ever was born.’
‘Was he born so, John?’ inquired Mrs. Sauscript, innocently, for she saw the old man was into another whopper, and she made up her mind she’d encourage him once, and see how far his elastic mind would extend without bursting.
‘Born so big? Bless you! no. He was born just like any other baby—no bigger than a kitten, with a red face and a bald head. But he growed after he was born. Everything grows out in California, and keeps on growing and growing till the limit is stretched.
‘Just like your stories’ thought Mrs. Sanscript.
‘But,’ continued John, ‘this man I'm talking about beat everything in California growing. The big trees were discounted. His parents had to piece his crib before the child was eight months old. One day he went to school, and when he got back in the evening the door was too little—he couldn’t get in.
‘Oh, John,’ exclaimed Mrs. Sanscript, throwing up both hands.
