I don’t just read the New Yorker for the cartoons… honest.
Well… they are a big part of its joy… So here are a few recent gems… I especially liked the guy who always manages to get a train-seat. I’d only add that if you want a whole carriage to yourself (even during rush hour on the London underground) just wear a dog-collar.
That’ll get them fleeing for their lives.
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