HE WAS THE BEARDED LADY
" For a long time I used every Sunday to teach a class of little boys at the Mission Sunday School, a branch of our church afc home," says a St. Paul society young lady. " There was quite a number of them, ranging from 8 to 14 years old, and they were just as intelligent and smart as I could have wished. But, do you know, the first Sunday that I took that class 1 was amused. Of course, I wanted to know their names, where they lived, and in fact who they were. Questioning them in turn, I found their answers quite satisfactory until I came to a bright little fellow about ten years old. He told me his name and where he lived, but when I asked him his father's business he did not reply at once. I reassured him with ray brightest smile, but felt dubious when he said he guessed he couldn't tell me that. My curiosity was at once aroused, and I made up my mind to know all about it. Thinking of the horrid dynamiters and burglars and all those awful men we are constantly hearing about, it was with some trepidation that I insisted on his telling me. His reply assured me to a greater or less extent, and was : ' My papa is the bearded lady twice a week at a dime museum.' "
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Observer, Volume 7, Issue 335, 9 May 1885, Page 4
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234HE WAS THE BEARDED LADY Observer, Volume 7, Issue 335, 9 May 1885, Page 4
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