Leo O'Mealia's Little Pal is a likable enough strip, but I have to admit I'm having some trouble getting excited writing about it. Sure, it's well drawn; you can certainly place me in the camp of those who admire O'Mealia's work (especially those Jungle Definitions that Yesterday's Papers ran a while back). The gags here are fairly standard: our Pal misreads people and tends to put his foot in his mouth. He doesn't have much to offer the fairer sex. He's the sort to hurl an alarm clock at the back of a patrolman's head...you know, the standard stuff of the funnies. Nothing extraordinary, nothing ground-breaking, but solid enough. And the strip ran well into the 1920's, so it certainly tasted some success. I just wish I could muster some more enthusiasm for our Little Pal here. The guy seems as if he could use a break. Perhaps he'll tickle your funny bone; take a stroll around the archives and judge for yourself.