Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 December 1891 — THAT WONDERFUL INFANT. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

THAT WONDERFUL INFANT.

A Portrait of the Famous Midget—Her Ix»vely OutfitBaby Cleveland is a sweet, sleepy little girl, and a born boss who rules one of the most distinguished houses on Madison avenue, New York. She is quick-tempered, rebellious, and unromantic, full of vital energy and intolerant of neglect. When she wants a thing done or not done she kicks vigorously; if her wishes are not respected she doubles up her little fists, opens her mouth and yells vociferously. Her bright little eyes are gray-blue, and she has quite a shock of long hair, black as jet and fine as corn-tassels. Oddly enough, she is not a dimpled baby; nobody could call her roly-poly, and she hasn’t even the suggestion of a magic bracelet or necklace. Unlike the average babe Miss Cleveland does not tub it in a china bowl. She has a little rubber bath in which she flounders and splashes every other day, and after being dried she is handpolished like a piece of tine old mohogany, powdered until she is as dusty as a jelly-roll, and then band-

aged, bundled, pinned, and blanketed in the usual way. Baby Cleveland’s measure was taken for a canopy cradle last week, but

for the present she is restricted to a little Moses basket, similar to the one found in the bulrushes ages ago, but with slightly more embellishments. The baby’s outfit did not come from Paris, as has been stated by several imaginative fashion writers, nor was it bought in Boston. To quote a very high authority, “it wasn’t bought anywhere.” Mrs. Cleveland preferred to make the little baby garments with her own hands. All the elaborate things were sent by friends.

Among those lately received is a handsome pap spoon from the famous dining organization, the Clover Club, of which the ex-President is an honorary member, and in the way of jewelry this idolized morsel of humanity has enough to warrant a private box in the family safe. The happy young mother doesn’t say much, but it is learned on authority that she is afraid her baby girl will be squeezed and hugged to death.

MRS. CLEVELAND AND THE BABY.