Rensselaer Republican, Volume 20, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 June 1888 — SIXTEEN OUNeES OF BABYHOOD. [ARTICLE]

SIXTEEN OUNeES OF BABYHOOD.

Miss Danzke Beats the Chicago Record for Minute Humanity, Chicago News. Packed in soft, white wool, like a piece of jewelry, yesterday lay the tiniest mortal in Chicago., Baby Danzke weighs sixteen ounces—one avoirdupois pound. Miss Danzke was born three days ago, and she is not big enough yet to have a front name. Her parents are looking for a little bit of a name—one with two or three letters in it. One like Baby Flo Edson has. They are afraid a big, long name might make her stoop-shouldered. Last week Baby Edson was erowing about being the least of little folks, and only yesterday sent out a card about as big as a postage stamp, bearing this Ixjast “Norma Flo Edson, Smallest Baby in Chicago.” But in the lower right-hand corner of Mamma and Papa Edson’s card to their friends, announcing the event of May 9, 1888, is the legend: “A daughter, weight 1} pounds.” That settles her claim to minuteness. Miss Flo Edson is a great, big hulk of a girl beside the petite Miss Danzke —nearly twice as big. Baby Danzke’s mattress, feather-bed and coverlet might be put in a lady’s glove-box, and the little miss could sleep in it without fear of bumping her head against the headboard. The daintiest hem-stitched handkerchief is too long for a quilt. Miss Danzke entered the family circle of Herman Danzke last Tuesday. Mr. Danzke is a driver of one of Baker Smith’s wagons and lives at 81 Fremont street. He is a small, thin man of dark complexion, and thirty-eight years old. Mrs. Danzke is a large, stout woman, thirty-nine years old, and the mother of four other children. Baby Danzke is a dark-haired mite with a loud pair of lungs and a big, healthy appetite. She is perfectly formed, and just as chipper as any young girl of her days. Her fist doubles up the same as any other baby ’s fist, only it is ngt larger than, a roasted chestnut. She puckers her face in the prevailing baby pucker when she’s mad, and her mad spells are just as big as any baby’s pouts. Papa Danzke is just as proud of his girl as if she was as big as a loaf of bread. When she was brought in to him on a pin-cushion the next day after her arrival, Mr, Danzke began a big, hearty laugh that nearly blew her out of her couch with his breath. Mamma Danzke can rock her daughter in the palm of her hand, but calls her as many ootsy-toot-sies as if she was as big as a minute.