They wrote it this week: Junior giants, a Ritz love blitz and Nazi nonsense
Extracts from diaries and letters written between July 8 and July 14
To Charing Cross, there to see the great boy and girl that are lately come out of Ireland, the latter eight, the former but four years old, of most prodigious bigness for their age. I tried to weigh them in my arms, and found them twice as heavy as people almost twice their age; and yet I am apt to believe they are very young. Their father is a little sorry fellow, and their mother an old Irish woman. They have had four children of this bigness, and four of ordinary growth, whereof two of each are dead. If, as my Lord Ormond certifies, it be true that they are no older, it is very monstrous...