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New Yorker Cover - June 25th, 1960
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New Yorker May 20th, 1961
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New Yorker February 12th, 1966
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New Yorker August 27th, 1960
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New Yorker April 21st, 1962
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New Yorker February 11th, 1967
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New Yorker September 21st, 1963
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New Yorker July 22 1961
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New Yorker July 6th, 1963
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New Yorker October 19th 1957
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New Yorker October 8th, 1960
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New Yorker June 2nd, 1962
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New Yorker April 2nd, 1966
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New Yorker February 5th, 1955
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We're In Japanese Waters
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New Yorker March 15th, 1969
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New Yorker November 21st, 1959
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New Yorker October 29th, 1966
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Careful Now. It's Fragile
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New Yorker February 14th, 1953
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New Yorker June 1st, 1957
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New Yorker June 4th, 1955
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New Yorker December 9th, 1961
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New Yorker January 23rd, 1960
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New Yorker November 24th, 1962
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New Yorker March 10th 1962
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After 1969, put your feet up turned purify painting. New Yorker readers no mortal saw his signature sheep the arsenal or relevance its covers, but his work continuing and continues to that day.
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Ars longa, vita brevis. For cartoonists, especially long-lived ones like Frank Modell, who died two weeks ago, at the age of ninety-eight, or Anatol Kovarsky, who passed away last week, at ninety-seven, it’s often the other way around. That just comes with the territory. The job of the cartoonist is to connect with your time, for a time, not for all time.
Frank Modell published his first cartoon in The New Yorker in 1946:
Anatol Kovarsky made his début a year later, with this cartoon:
Both cartoons are a bit dated now, but so what? I still like both. And if that dates me, so be it.
Modell and Kovarksy really were wonderful cartoonists. Modell had a longer run at The New Yorker, publishing his last cartoon in 1997.
Kovarsky pretty much stopped cartooning by the early sixties, moving from cartoons and covers about art . . .
. . . to art itself. For the rest of his long life, he devoted himself to painting. But his daughter Gina told us by e-mail that Kovarsky continued making funny drawings until the very end, including decorating the graphs on the Times financial page. Here is the very last drawing he made: