Here’s To Rea Irvin! Above: various objets d ‘Eustace Tilly I threw together this morning, perhaps feeling a bit sentimental as 2025 draws to a close, and with it, much of the hoopla associated with The New Yorker’s 100 anniversary (technically, I suppose, the confetti isn’t swept up til February of 2026). Rea Irvin, who created the fellow we’ve come
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