The New Yorker gets 500 cartoon submissions per week, and uses 20. Thousands upon thousands of cartoons every year are rejected as too risqué, too silly, or too weird for the New Yorker, never to see the light of day, until now. What is that we love about behind-the-scenes and outtakes?
“until 10 years ago, there were no announcements at all” – which is how I remember it.
Some reminiscences of the individual driver subway station announcements soon to be lost. “Spadina is next. Spa-do-diddly-inaaaaaaaaaaa!”