Cartoonists are a notoriously invisible lot. Like writers and cave salamanders, we choose a life of privacy, away from natural light and other human beings. So it was no surprise that I ran into trouble finding a simple head shot of Rea Irvin, The New Yorker’s original art director, for my contribution to this week’s set of anniversary covers.

A lovely little article by Chris Ware provides the perfect postscript to The New Yorker’s anniversary cover hoo-ha. (And be sure to check out those covers.)

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