Young Drawings

New Yorker October 25th, 1993

All Dogs Go To Heaven

I Realize Acceptance At Smith Means Little

Give A Man A Fish

I Never Thought Turning Eighty Would Be So Much

Stop Complaining. Who Isn't Broke?

Daddy Works In A Magical

The 30-Year Slide

Bad News, Dad - You're Brain-dead!

My Goodness

Woman Playing Piano

Rhino-horn Powder Works For Pederman With No Side

O.k., You Be The Doctor, And I'll

Somewhere

A Business Team Speaks To A Young Man

That Ambiguous Smirk

You Pretty Creature

A Better Understanding Of Chairs

Let's Review The Whole Picture

New Yorker July 8th, 1950

New Yorker August 24th, 1957

No More Carbohydrates

New Yorker October 10th, 1994

For My Next Illusion

Or We Could Turn On The Tv And Let Younger

These Are The Fortneys. The Fortneys Are Young

I Loved It As A Child

That Was Great

May I Speak To The Kid Of The House?

If The Phone Bill Seems A Little High Next Month

Words On Paper

I'm Eighteen

Now, Remember, Doctor, No Heroic Measures

Pardon Me, But I Can't Help Noticing That

New Yorker February 8th, 1993

It's One Thing For The National Commission

It's True, Sir, That The State Department Let

A General! Goodness Gracious

I Know It's A Lot To Ask

One Thing More. How's The Neighborhood?

Shadow Puppet

Having Kids

Can They Really Make A Yale Man A Private?

I'd Like To Advise You In This Matter

A Beard Of Bees

New Yorker April 13th, 1992

So Are We Forming A Rebel Alliance Or What

The List

New Yorker July 31st, 1943

Ah, Miss Bergdall, Your Headache Seems Much

An Oscar Statue With Breasts Thinking This Ought

Heinrich Could Always Be Relied Upon To Serve

Life's Cruel Twists

A Young Poet

My Advice To Young People

Thanks For That

Sentimental Reasons

It Tickles Your Nose

Man We Were High

That's Craig

I Hope That Isn't Real Fur

Have You Got Any Cash On You?

Life Is Too Short For Soft Porn

Of Course, By Now She'd Be Around A Hundred

Then You Think He's Sincere?

New Yorker July 12th, 1952

Did Anyone Ever Tell You That You're Beautiful

Let's Call Ourselves The Three Musketeers

You Mean Mr. Mullaney Has Sold This Yacht

I'll Let You In

A Young Boy Complains About What's For Dinner

A Little Secret