After positive encouragement and two meetings in New York, cartoon editor Bob Mankoff  told me I was too old to be a cartoonist at The New Yorker  He wanted to build a team that would deliver decades of cartoons.

I was disappointed, of course. But looking for younger talents makes sense, I could see Mankoff’s logic.

Here are the cartoons I presented. I do hope you’ll enjoy them. Feel free to share them if you wish.

Pat Shiplett

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