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…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?)
JMcAndrew sends in several that qualify for our Ewww category. Some also may qualify as CIDUs:











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.




Background: Amazon, controlled by bald billionaire Jeff Bezos, now owns the Bond movie franchise.


This reminds me of this video from Dr. Glaucomflecken:
[Yes, he is actually a doctor licensed in the US, and has some serious YouTube videos related to his specialty (ophthalmology), but he has a bigger audience for his comedy.]


JMcAndrew sends this one in: “This one has me completely baffled. I guess this clown is filling up a plate with food before he intentionally slips on the banana peel and falls into the open grave? But Why?”

This is part of a set of cartoons by Edward Steed, with the title of Philosophy Illustrated: A Picture Book of Philosophical Terms. So, it’s intended as a humorous take on the philosophical concept of free will.
I must admit that I (ZBicyclist) find more than this one confusing.

On a lighter philosophical note: (these are not CIDUs)



Usual John sends in this puzzler, which appeared on February 2: “Does “outie” have some meaning other than a convex navel?”

Some oldies from January, 1975.

Office communications are a bit different now.

Buttering up the boss, though, is still in fashion.

This one’s a CIDU for me. Giant hamburger? Portal into another dimension?



What’s with their head?



