Marla Cooper

“Circus Freak” Seeks Same: A Tall Tale

Last year, I became obsessed with genealogy. Like, “Spend five hours not moving from the couch because I was going down a rabbit hole that would lead to exactly nothing” obsessed. I attacked my job with the zeal of a professional genealogist. Actually, probably more zeal, because if I’d been getting paid by the hour doing research for someone else, I would have bailed a lot earlier just out of respect for their budget.

I was able to trace the Kraus branch of my family tree back to Franklin County, Kansas, at the turn of the last century. Scouring the newspapers, I found that my great-grandmother Kraus had paid her sister a visit in a neighboring county. (It didn’t take much to make the papers back then.)

Emboldened, I kept searching and I ran across a 1910 article about Oscar Kraus, also known as The Kansas Giant. The subhead?

Born in Franklin County, a Circus Sideshow Freak

Oscar Kraus Giant of KansasA sideshow freak who was possibly related to me? They’d gotten my attention. Before I could find out how or even if Oscar was related to me, I spent an entire afternoon trying to piece together his story — which was fascinating as much for the breathless reporting as for the tabloid-style details.

Apparently, poor Oscar, whose height ranged from 6’8” to 7’6” depending on the article, was looking for a bride. “Find me a woman of my size in this county, and I’ll marry her on the spot — providing she will say the word,” Oscar said.

The article went on to say, “For the past 28 years, [Kraus] has been employed by various show companies as a walking advertisement, perambulating around in an Uncle Sam costume, and distributing their advertising literature.”

It also said that “Oscar would make an ideal match for some buxom Franklin County damsel…  And besides having to sleep in the bed corner-wise, he is perfectly normal.”

But Oscar had not had an easy time of it, romantically speaking. Although he was a “study specimen of an American” as well as a “splendid example of the healthfulness of the Kansas climate,” he had suffered a string of heartaches.

His first marriage was reported thusly:

The future Mrs. Kraus is 6 feet 5 inches tall. She weighs 470 pounds. They will go to Milwaukee and enter the circus business with the Sells Brothers.

That Mrs. Kraus passed away while married to Oscar. So did the next. But that didn’t stop him from trying. There would be a third wife:

“His next venture on the sea of matrimony was with a bride who was just 4 feet high, but there was as much disparity in their taste as in their heights, and he afterwards divorced her.”

Another news item about the brief marriage was less kind to the Kansas Giant:

Bride Deserts Kansas Giant

Six months of marriage with Oscar Kraus was enough

A bridegroom of less than six months, Oscar Kraus, known as the Kansas giant, who was wedded on the stage of the Opera House in Pottstown to Miss Ann Bradford of Spring City, finds that he is a deserted husband. His bride has disappeared and it just believe she has gone home to mother. Kraus is disconcerted and declares that his bride has been coerced into deserting him.

Even worse was this brief mention in The Daily News of Lebanon, PA:

Oscar Kraus, the Kansas giant, latterly Reading’s tallest citizen, 6 feet 11 inches, who married a Royersford girl on the stage, is now selling potatoes in Reading.

Potatoes?! Now that’s some hard luck.

Undaunted, Oscar wed a fourth time, but very little was said of that marriage. Here is the entirety of what I could find about her: “Later he married a woman of normal size in Texas but their married life was not happy and they separated.”

That fourth failure didn’t stop Oscar. He was still looking for love, and the reporter in the original article was doing his best to help:

“Now if some leap-year girl is looking for a husband and has not found the man of her dreams, she might drop a line to Mr. Kraus. He is the tallest man in Kansas and his seven feet of stalwart anatomy make a fine target for Cupid.”

Tall Man

Tall, but not Oscar

I never did find out if Oscar found wife number five. To be honest, I never even found out if he was related to me. But I found his story fascinating, not just for the facts but for the way the papers described his extraordinary height and bad marital choices. 

One last tidbit: before I cancelled my free trial of newspapers.com, I found this 1915 story about an Ottawa baseball game in which Oscar was to play first baseman:

Fats to Play the Leans

Gather around closely, children, and listen to the story of the great baseball game to be played tomorrow evening between the greatest of the world’s wonders: the Fats and the Leans of the city of Ottawa. They’re going to perform at the regular hour on the Washington School baseball grounds. The umpires will be afforded police protection and the audience will be removed in case there is any bloodshed. The fats say they will make bacon out of the lean, and the skinny men feel sure they know what will happen to their corpulent friends.

Despite all the newspaper coverage, I haven’t been able to find a single picture of Oscar Kraus, nor have I been able to find out if he’s related to me. Next step? Follow up with the Franklin County historical society. Then, some more research on my Kansas Krauses. But that’s another rabbit hole for another day…

Fats v. LeansReaders: normally I would ask you a related question, like “Have you ever been doing genealogy research and discovered circus folk in your family tree?” But since that’s a long shot, I’ll take whatever comments you’ve got!


Marla Cooper is the author of Terror in Taffeta, an Agatha and Lefty finalist for Best First Mystery Novel and book one in the Kelsey McKenna Destination Wedding Mysteries. Her second book, Dying on the Vine, is set in the California wine country and is now available from Minotaur Press. Neither book contains exceptionally tall men.

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17 thoughts on ““Circus Freak” Seeks Same: A Tall Tale

  1. This is fantastic! I’ll make a genealogy comment. Supposedly an ancestor was the first man to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge when it was opened to the public, but given some additional research, that may be wishful thinking. But my grandfather on my dad’s side was low-level Jewish mob, and disappeared in 1933, never to be seen again. So did a lot of money from the family business. We never found out what happened to him. Did he run off to start a new family? Was my grandmother “best off looking in the bottom of the river” for him, as his “associates” told her? This happened in Roxbury, Mass., a weird place for my NY-based family to be. I got a bio on mobster Meyer Lansky and discovered he was in the Boston area setting up a new crew during the late 20s and early 30s. How many Jewish mob crews could there have been in Boston at that time? So I’m assuming either my grandfather was with Lansky’s or a wannabe. And yes, I will write about this someday.

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    • Thanks, Mark! Just reading the papers from this time was so interesting. The way they wrote about things was so different!

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  2. Fascinating. Might there be a book inspired by these events in your future? The whole time I read, I kept thinking it sounded like a great novel. Maybe even a mystery (BOTH of his first two wives passed away)? Could pitch as Katherine Dunn meets Agatha Christie. Or something.

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  3. Marla, I want so badly for Oscar to be your uncle — and I want to see a photo of him with Wife #3! I agree with Cynthia, a suspicious number of wives died or disappeared around Oscar. A seven-foot-tall circus sideshow killer would make an awesome murder mystery!

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  4. Marla, loved this post. Those rabbit holes they do draw us in. On the upside, you never know when some obscure piece of information will prove invaluable to you down the road. Least I predict there’s a ‘tall tale’ in your future.

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    • Thank you, Nancy! I’ve felt compelled to piece together some of his story, in blog form if nothing else. You never know where you’ll find a muse!

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