To New Yorker readers, "Small Fry" is a cherished pictorial department which week after week hits off the doings of tough, disdainful little tots. The artist, William Steig, is in sympathy with his characters in that he hated to grow up, still does. A quiet young man with lazy, stone-blue eyes, a wide grin and upstanding stiff brown hair, Steig at 31 looks about as he did when he went to Public School No. 53, in The Bronx. Little boys, he believes, "are not as quickly socially-conditioned as little girls and obviously not as artificial as adults. They furnish the best...
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