Word: cartoonist
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Personally, Denver Post Cartoonist Patrick Oliphant, 32, leans toward Nelson Rockefeller for President, but he has a funny way of showing it. In one of his cartoons, Rocky is pictured up in some squalid attic dolefully examining a pair of track shoes: To run or not to run? That is the question. In another cartoon, he is portrayed as a fox with a lopsided grin on his face nonchalantly padding up to Dick Nixon, who is seated smugly on a nag surrounded by a pack of dogs...
Soon after his arrival in the U.S. in 1964 after a career as an Australian cartoonist, Oliphant got the hang of U.S. politics and effectively ribbed the presidential candidates of that year for the Post. Today he appears in 130 other papers. Ironically, he won a 1967 Pulitzer Prize for one of his rare solemn cartoons. Ho Chi Minh, holding the lifeless body of a Vietnamese amid the smoke of war, proclaims: "They won't get us to the conference table . . . will they?" A more recent cartoon of Oliphant's on the war is much more in character...
Just as sure as presidential candidates crop up every four years, so is Cartoonist Walt Kelly sure to needle them in his comic strip, Pogo. He is off to a fast start this year. During the New Hampshire primary campaign, he sketched Romney, Rockefeller and Nixon as windup dolls running off haphazardly in all directions-and in the case of Romney, backward. Last week it was Lyndon Johnson's turn in the guise of a booted, bulbous-nosed Texas longhorn that horns in on a picture-taking session. "You gittin' my good side, oF buddy?" he inquires...
Died. Peter Arno, 64, celebrated cartoonist whose deft barbs sharpened the pages of The New Yorker for 43 years; of emphysema; in Port Chester, N.Y. In hundreds of New Yorker cartoons, the urbane Arno (born Curtis Arnoux Peters) aimed his thrusts at wattled old roues ("Tell me about yourself, your struggles, your dreams, your telephone number"), besabled matrons and their derby-hatted husbands ("Come on-we're going to the Trans-Lux to hiss Roosevelt"), flappers with more booze than brain in their heads ("Ixnay, Edith, I just found out we're at the wrong party"). Some...
...rest of the material on war, and there is unfortunately a great deal more, is best left undiscussed. Lampoon humor appears sharpest when allowed to wander outside the constraints of the particular topic. Cartoonist David McClelland, for example, is funniest when he is being irrelevant ("Where is Krishna Menon now that we need him?"), which happily he is often...