"Dear Sirs, if you do not cease to print such scurrilous stories about the parsimony of the Scots, I will cease to borrow your magazine."
You can always find a copy after somebody else has flung it down in disgust. I use my "found treasures" to clean out the cat boxes and put under painting projects.
It's a rotten, rotten paper, and has been ever since the New York crowd bought it out. Ralph McGill was really the last editor of national caliber. . . . Tucker isn't worthy to clean HIS cat box. As for how I know, I used to work for the Journal, a long time ago. The merged rag is of poor quality from stem to stern - they can't even edit a wire story to fit without leaving out vital information, the reporters are ignorant on every topic known to man (and display it daily), and the news stories are stuffed with loaded headlines and editorial comment. Disgraceful.