He found them to be: One hatchet; one well-used boiled hambone; six greasy sugared crullers; four dill pickles; a bottle of Catchup; two tomatoes all but obliterated in transit; two loaves of bread; a flatiron.
"Somewhere in Red Gap"
Harry Leon Wilson
We had a buffet luncheon-baked beans and that exquisite tomato-Catchup, you know-served in our section, and we saw one act of a charming little comedy playing itself on the platform at the supper station.
"A Romance in Transit"
Francis Lynde
To eat vinegar with a Whitstable native is as vicious as to offer a libation of Catchup at the altar of a meadow mushroom just picked up out of the dew.
"The Dweller on the Threshold"
Robert Smythe Hichens