Word: yorkers
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Gilbert Bundy, onetime Esquire and New Yorker cartoonist now assigned to do war sketches for King Features Syndicate, started in later. About 75 yards offshore his boat received a direct hit, probably from a Jap 90-mm. mortar. All but one man in it were either killed or blown into the water. Bundy was unharmed...
...heat of disappointment or shock and wishing later I hadn't. ... He made a mistake-and it can't be undone-I just hope they won't kick him to death while he's down." Clifton Fadiman, in his last month as The New Yorker's book critic, was reported by friends to be playing with the idea of running for Congress. He emphatically commented: "Ridiculous!" Old Sports...
These captions of his drawings are lively clues to the imagination of James Thurber. This week The New Yorker's famous comic master of neurasthenia-and its illumination of the so-called normal world-publishes his first picture book in ten years, Men, Women and Dogs (Harcourt, Brace; $3). Thurber has published a dozen books of prose and pictures which have already taken their places among the humorous classics of the U.S. The new book offers Thurber's grateful public 205 pages of devastating deraillery in line and punchline...
...Yorker Thurber is known as Old Thurber. He pooh-poohs the tendency of art critics to breathe his name with that of Matisse and Picasso. But his drawings have long been taken seriously by advanced students of fantasy, and one sketch of a lady's alcoholic visions was hung (under the heading of Miracles and Anomalies) at the outstanding Fantastic Art-Dada-Surrealism show at Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art in 1936. Old Thurber, anything but pompous, once described himself as follows...
...Intrepid Scout). . . . Quick to arouse, he is very hard to quiet, and people often just go away. . . . He never listens when anybody else is talking, preferring to keep his mind a blank until they get through so he can talk. . . . Two overcoats which he left in the New Yorker office last spring were stolen, or else he left them someplace else...