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Above: a glimpse of the first New Yorker cover.

Ever since Tina Brown broke the sixty-nine year string of unbroken appearances by Rea Irvin’s Eustace Tilley on the anniversary issue in 1994 by running R. Crumb’s Eustace Elvis, there’s always been, for me, some nail biting in early February about whether the real Eustace will show up on the cover (one year it was a Wegman dog in Tilley clothing, another year it was Tilley ala Dick Tracy, etc.; there were also a couple of years when Eustace made no appearance at all, 1998 and 1999 to be exact)  It was a thrill to see his familiar profile, although still loading, on the cover this year.

In search of… New Yorker Artist, Andre De Schaub

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This morning while searching obituaries in The Complete New Yorker database I came across the very first New Yorker contributor obituary.  Written by Katharine White, it appeared in the issue of April 23, 1927. The subject was a New Yorker cartoonist and cover artist, Andre De Schaub, who contributed one cartoon and five covers.

Until today, I confess, I’d never heard of Mr. De Schaub. A search in the New York Times turned up no additional information, nor did a series of Google searches ( other than a plethora of sites offering De Schaub prints).

His New Yorker obituary is, however, chock full of interesting information, such as his birth place (Petrograd, in 1898) and that he was:

..the grandson of an architect attached to the Russian Court. He studied one year at the Beaux Arts, which he left to enter the war as an officer in one of the Czar’s Guard regiments. During the Revolution he fought against the Reds and subsequently was condemned to death three times because of his being an officer and a nobleman. Finally, he escaped to Germany, whence he came to the United States four years ago.  Here he made his profession…

Four of his five covers can be found at the New Yorker’s Conde Nast Store. They’re quite beautiful.  With kind permission of The New Yorker, I’ve posted his one cartoon, published October 16, 1926 (it is, of course, copyrighted by The New Yorker).

If anyone out there has additional information to add to De Schaub’s slim, but extremely colorful biography, please contact me (using the contact button along the right side of the page).  A photograph would be especially welcome.

 

 

The New Yorker’s Art Meeting: A Potted History

 

 

It’s tempting to believe that the structure of The New Yorker’s Art Department arrived fully formed in 1924 when Harold Ross, with his wife Jane Grant  began pulling together his dream magazine.  But of course, such was not the case.

 

What we know for certain is that once the first issue was out,  Ross and several of his newly hired employees began meeting every Tuesday afternoon to discuss the incoming art submissions.  The very first art meetings consisted of Ross, his Art Director, Rea Irvin, Ross’s secretary, Helen Mears, and Philip Wylie, the magazine’s first utility man.  In no short order, Ralph Ingersoll, hired in June of ’25  joined the art meeting, and later still, Katharine White (then Katharine Angell), hired in August of ’25, began sitting in.

From  James Thurber’s account in The Years With Ross we get a good idea of what took place at the meeting, which began right after lunch and ended at 6 pm:

In the center of a long table in the art meeting room a drawing board was set up to display the week’s submissions…Ross sat on the edge of a chair several feet away from the table, leaning forward, the fingers of his left hand spread upon his chest, his right hand holding a white knitting needle which he used for a pointer…Ross rarely laughed outright at anything. His face would light up, or his torso would undergo a spasm of amusement, but he was not at the art meeting for pleasure.

William Maxwell, who joined The New Yorker’s staff in 1936,  told the Paris Review in its Fall 1982 issue:

Occasionally Mrs. White would say that the picture might be saved if it had a better caption, and it would be returned to the artist or sent to E. B. White, who was a whiz at this… Rea Irvin smoked a cigar and was interested only when a drawing by Gluyas Williams appeared on the stand.

And from Dale Kramer’s Ross and The New Yorker:

When a picture amused him Irvin’s eyes brightened, he chuckled, and often, because none of the others understood art techniques, gave a little lecture.  There would be a discussion and a decision. If the decision was to buy, a price was settled on.  When a picture failed by a narrow margin the artist was given a chance to make changes and resubmit it. Irvin suggested improvements that might be made, and Wylie passed them on to the artists.

 

In a letter to Thurber biographer, Harrison Kinney, Rogers Whitaker, a New Yorker contributor from 1926 – 1981, described the scene in the magazine’s offices once the art meeting ended:

The place was especially a mess after the weekly art meeting. The artists, who waited for the verdicts, scrambled for desk space where they could retouch their cartoons and spots according to what Wylie, or Katharine Angell, told them Ross wanted done.

Wylie was one of many artist  “hand-holders” – the bridge between the editors and the artists.  Some others who held this position were Thurber (briefly, in 1927), Wolcott Gibbs, Scudder Middleton, and William Maxwell.  According to Maxwell, Katharine White’s hand-holding duties were eventually narrowed to just Hokinson and Peter Arno, the magazine’s prized artists.

Lee Lorenz wrote in his Art of The New Yorker that, in the earliest years,  the look of the magazine:

had been accomplished without either an art editor in the usual sense or the support of anything one could reasonably call an art department.

That changed in 1939 when former gagman, James Geraghty was hired.  As with so much distant New Yorker history, there’s some fuzziness concerning exactly what Geraghty was hired to do.  Geraghty, in his unpublished memoir, wrote that he took the job “without any inkling” of what was required of him. There’ve been suggestions in numerous accounts of New Yorker history, that Geraghty was hired as yet another in the lengthening line of artist hand-holders, in this case, succeeding William Maxwell, who was increasingly pre-occupied with his own writing as well as his editorial duties under Katharine White.

Geraghty, in his memoir,  recalled his first art meeting and the awkwardness of sitting next to Rea Irvin: two men seemingly sharing one (as yet unofficial, unnamed) position: Art Editor.   While E.B. White and others continued to “tinker” with captions, Geraghty began spending one day a week working exclusively on captions.   He also adopted the idea that he was the Artists’ “representative” at meetings, following Ross’s assurance  that Geraghty was being paid “to keep the damned artists happy.”

With these new components, the art meeting committee model stayed in place until the death of Ross in December of 1951.  When William Shawn officially succeeded Ross in January of 1952, he pared the meeting to two participants: Shawn, and Geraghty.

With Geraghty’s retirement in 1973, and Lee Lorenz’s  appointment as Art Editor, the art meetings continued with Lorenz and Shawn. Shawn’s successor, Robert Gottlieb and then Tina Brown, subdivided the Art Department, creating a Cartoon Editor, an Art Editor (for covers) and an Illustration Editor.  Lorenz, who was in the midst of these modern day changes,  lays them out in detail  in his Art of The New Yorker.

Today, the  Shawn model Art Meeting continues, with the current Editor, David Remnick, and the current Cartoon Editor, Bob Mankoff (and with a third editor occasionally joining the meeting) sitting down one day a week to look through the pile of drawings Mankoff has distilled from the mountain submitted to the magazine. The cartoonists no longer wait outside the Art Meeting’s door for the verdict on their work,  but I assure you: wherever they are on Thursday or Friday afternoon:  they’re waiting.

Book of Interest: An Unexpected Twist by Andy Borowitz

 

Ink Spill extends its coverage from time to time to include news from outside the New Yorker cartoon world.  In this case, it’s to alert Ink Spill visitors to the release of An Unexpected Twist, an e-book by the exceptionally funny Andy Borowitz, who is a frequent contributor to  the New Yorker’s Shouts & Murmurs page.  Mr. Borowitz (ok, full disclosure: I know him) comes as close to a being a New Yorker cartoonist as someone can without drawing. Although Andy’s a humorist, the subject matter of this book, as The New Yorker put it, is “not funny.”    Link here to his site with all the info.