John P. Thorndyke, Canaan, N. H.
You publish more real stuff than any magazine I have ever read in my life. I am sixty years of age, and we take seven other magazines, and without any exaggeration it is but justice to your efforts to say that there is by far more real, good, well-seasoned, relishable food for the digestion of the average brain, than is afforded in any other magazine I have seen. Having practiced medicine for a number of years, I have sometimes volunteered my diagnosis of the disease troubling some of our great (?) men and I flatter myself that an observance of that particular case has proven the correctness of my examination at a distance. For instance, I think the main trouble with our great Senate is constipation of the brain, which invariably forbids the entertainment of honest thought. Now I hope that some one with sufficient “sand” in his gizzard will see that every member of the present Congress and Cabinet receives a copy of your very valuable Magazine. It will be worth more to them than a post-graduate course in the schools of Rockefeller and Morgan.
John B. Bott, Grant, Pa.
To a constant and appreciative reader of Tom Watson’s Magazine (purchased monthly at the Union News Co.’s stands) it does seem strange that so great and good a man as “Tom” should, under the stimulus of praise and success or the twittering of a pert maid, really become ashamed of his familiar cognomen and his old clothes.
For two days I have been searching, here and there, high and low, for Tom Watson’s Magazine: always explaining that “Tom” has gone into “innocuous desuetude” and “Watson” has stript himself of his old clothes and donned full regulation uniform, but all to no effect.
Am hoping the new clothes won’t make Mister Watson too vain, and that at least his relations, Populist friends and host of well wishers will not fail to recognize him in his docked designation and fine regimentals.
I wish to add that it was the “Tom” that appealed to me, above all things else, when the news agent showed me No. 2 of Vol. I. and asked me if I had seen Tom Watson’s. I replied that I had not, but that “Tom” had the true flavor and I’d take a dose.
There are, I am sorry to say, Watsons big and Watsons little; Watsons wise and Watsons foolish; Watsons mediocre galore, but only one “Tom” Watson, and he seems to be, God forbid, going to the bad.