Wispy, droopy James Thurber, 44, melancholy Jaques of U. S. humorists and doodlebug extraordinary of U. S. cartoonists, visited the San Francisco fair, doodled for newsmen a mildewed self-portrait (see cut), twitched his mustache, murmured: "I never intended to become an artist. It was forced on me because I had one bum eye.* In 1917 all the artists went off to war and I had to fill in till they got back. My first drawing was of a seal. The chief criticism was that the whiskers went the wrong way, but the editor said...
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