JMcAndrew sends this in. Appeared April 24, 1943.

JMcAndrew sends this in. Appeared April 24, 1943.

JMcAndrew sends this in:

Same cartoonist, not a CIDU:

…or thereabouts, asks JMcAndrew: “Trying to figure this one out. Why is it a choice between dessert and an oil painting?”

Indeed: is this just typical The New Yorker cartoon absurdism? (Is “absurdism” even a word? Is “The New Yorker cartoon absurdism” redundant?)
This one takes a few seconds.

In other zebra cartoon news, the New Yorker’s caption contest had a zebra theme recently.

The finalists for winning caption are these:

It’s Family Circus, so we’re expecting cuteness, not a knee-slapper joke. Any of us who are parents or who were kids remember leaving a project until the last minute and requesting parental help. But why did this comic, appearing on a Thursday, specify Saturday night? Wouldn’t Sunday night have been a more appropriate caption?

Mitch4 send this in: “What is this ‘pour it on the floor’ in panel 1? Is that trying to be diner / bartending slang, and ultimately means something sensible like ‘no ice’? Or does he mean it literally, and if so why, and then how does it connect to the also rather mysterious words in panel 2?”


Another Ziegler from jmcandrew, who has been finding a bunch of great CIDUs of late. This one apparently dates from 1979, and OP notes:
Is the joke here just that some people don’t enjoy Barry Manilow? He’s been a consistently popular entertainer for 6 decades. Seems like a swanky gathering with a grand piano setup would appreciate his type of music.
I always confuse Barry Manilow with Neil Diamond for some reason. Which definitely doesn’t help.

JMcAndrew asks, “Why would anyone staying at a hotel pay to hear adulterous noises?”
All I can think is that this is leaning into that particular trope of cheap motels. Anyone who has ever experienced such might appreciate a line that I wish I’d written:
“For the first 20 minutes it was funny; then it was irritating; then it was actually pretty impressive…”
OK, that might warrant an Arlo tag…
Chris Hoover sends this in: “I perceive this to be two jokes about typing but with your hand in the wrong position on the keyboard. However, I am unable to decipher the one on the right. For that matter, I’m not particularly certain about the one on the left.”

A similar gag from Nancy, but this one’s not a CIDU.

This year marks the 100th anniversary of The New Yorker. In honor of that considerable accomplishment, we’re presenting all the cartoons that appeared in that first issue, February 21, 1925. It’s a varied lot, including some CIDUs — were they CIDUs at the time? It’s remarkable to me that the general style of The New Yorker’s humor is recognizable in that first issue.







Pete commented: “The bread line: we are seeing one page of a two page centrefold. The full version compares poor people waiting for bread to rich young women waiting for their escorts to buy dinner.”
see: https://tinyurl.com/4s9452ku
But we are seeing the entire two page centrefold, and the comparison is implicit. I’m posting the complete centrefold here because I’m not sure my link will work if you aren’t a New Yorker subscriber.
