> In one drawing a wife, who is calmly drinking a highball, says to her husband who has just been swallowed by a python: "Oh, speak up, George! Stop mumbling!"
> In another drawing a wife is lounging on a chaise longue in her boudoir. She has mounted a shotgun on the tops of two chairs, run a cord from the trigger to the door so that whoever opens the door will shoot himself. Says the wife: "It's not locked, Honey."
Readers of The New Yorker, where these mordant bits of whimsy first appeared, know...
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