Publisher's Synopsis
And what a treat. Ventriloquist dummy cartoons. Operating room cartoons. Bring your daughter to work day cartoons (the stripper, the prison guard on death row). Lots of couples in bed, quite a few coffins, wise-cracking animals-an obsessive's plumbing of the weird, the scary, the off-the-wall, and done so without restraint.
Every week The New Yorker receives 500 cartoon submissions, and rejects a great majority-mostly, of course, for not being funny enough. There's no question why these were rejected, and it's not for lack of laughs. One can almost hear Eustace Tilley sniffing, We are not amused.