WHOOPS, DEARIE!—Peter Arno— Simon & Schuster ($1.75). Their weekly parade in the New Yorker (Manhattan smart-chart) has long been an event—Pansy Smiff and Abagail Flusser of the muffs and flounces and awry plumed bonnets, their potato noses high in air, their cavernous, Cruikshankian mouths thrown open in something like:
(in a Central Park row boat)
"Gor! Pipe the sailors! Comin' right towards us, too."
"Now you mind yerself, Pansy! Don't 'ave no truck wit sailors!"
"Lordy! Is that a way t' talk about yer nation's defenders? Ain't yuh no patriotism?"
"Not...
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