Some kind American friend has sent me a recent issue of the Thomas Cat, a periodical published in Arkansas, which is quite a gem in its way. This paper is described on the cover as "a journalistic highball run by a heathen," and it has taken for a motto: "God help the rich; the poor can beg."
Life is one perpetual burlesque to the editor of the Thomas Cat. He records: "During his spare time George Jones tries to figure out how to get a raised umbrella through a revolving door. Scientists claim that the Earth will disappear sometime or other. What is worrying George is where the people will land who are flying."
Dealing in personalities, it is not sparing of words or feelings. "Last week we stated that a long procession of people followed L- B- to his last resting place. Our typesetter got it `roasting' when it should have been `resting'; but he may be right, though we did not intend to say that." Then the editor informs his readers that one E- B- "has added a fine new battleship-gray toupee to his overhead expenses."
The Irish Times, January 24th, 1931.