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...Yorker's" cartoons were, from the first, as distinctive as its short stories. They are a commentary on modern, metropolitan life. As Peter Arno puts it in his introduction to his collection (1926-51), "Ladies and Gentlemen." "Harold Ross, in starting the "New Yorker" cost out the stale joke, the pun, the he-and-she formula. . . . In their place developed . . . a humor related to everyday life; believable, based on carefully thought-out, integrated situations...
Take a simple, everyday situation, for example a large truck backing into a small parking space. It is normal enough until Arno puts in an old woman, complete with rakish hat and shawl, directing the driver: "O.K., Cut her hard!" she shouts. Or the man standing front of the burned ruins of his house in slippers and bathrobe. The fire trucks are pulling away and the chief says, "Well, if you ever need us again just give us a ring." Or the little boy lying on his bed as the governess reads a fairytale. "You mean the Three Bears raised...
...more of the same, The New Yorker reportedly pays Arno at the rate of $1,000 for a full-page cartoon. As he makes clear in a short introduction, it is blood & sweat money. Always a deadline worker, Arno lashes himself through grueling 24-and 36-hour stints. Credited with inventing the one-line caption, Arno says: "I suppose it appealed to me particularly because my English grandfather . . . had taught me that brevity was the soul of wit-a surprising maxim to come from a lifelong reader of Punch...
Organized Chaos. Though not the highest-paid, George Price is probably the funniest cartoonist alive. With a line as lean as Arno's is broad, Price pilots a button-eyed, beak-nosed, slack-jowled crew of slovens through a maze of organized chaos. "I never saw two fighters more evenly matched," says one fight fan to another as two plug-uglies are hauled unconscious from the ring. During a six-day bicycle race, an announcer barks into the publicaddress system: "Mr. and Mrs. Herman L. Lembaugh, of 435 Grand Concourse, The Bronx, offer their only daughter, Ethel...
...ugly, proboscidian heads as though he had gone berserk with a giant cookie-cutter. His special bugaboo: meeting his public. "They expect me to be weird, but I refuse, and they're obviously disappointed." But on the printed page he is still as weird as Price and Arno are wonderful...