From Lower Slobbovia, TIME Editor Peter Mathews reported:
The bleak uplands of Al Capp's pan-Slobbic Utopia were tense with expectation last week. It was the day most eagerly awaited by Lower Slobbovians—G.O.S.* Day, when one lucky citizen is named to fill the U.S. immigration quota of one Slobbovian per hundred years.
While they waited, Lower Slobbovians, who had burrowed neck-deep through the snow (see cut) to learn the emigrant's name, sang their national anthem:
We are citizens of Slobbovia!
Oh that this should happening to us!
We are giving you back to the Indians...