This little postcard about Gertrude Stein is so wry you could eat your pastrami on it.
Then Miss Stein gets out and sits on a campstool with pencil and pad, and Miss Toklas fearlessly switches a cow into her line of vision. If the cow doesn’t seem to fit in with Miss Stein’s mood, the ladies get into the car and drive on to another cow.
I love that it was written by three people and is so short. Good writing is restraint which the magazine would have required because of page length. I wonder if Thurber and Ross had been writing on-line if they’d just kept trying to top each other.