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...discovery that it's smart to be bawdy may possibly be credited to magazine artists of the Arno-Soglow-Klein-Steig school. In The New Yorker their drawings are politely risque. In published albums (like Stag at Eve) they are elegantly ribald. From its first issue last summer Ballyhoo capitalized the discovery that smut, when smart, could tap an unashamed market. It based its appeal chiefly upon the business of making fun of the advertising business, but knew and pursued the sale value of scatology...
...well qualified to discover what is wrong with representative government make it imperative that the whole format be altered. Bold-face headlines by Hearst, brilliant quips by the staff of Time and of the New Yorker, light talks by Bruce Barton, and sketches by Peter Arno would all help put the "Record" on the newsstands. And finally a Dorothy Dix column would minister to the heart of gold that beats beneath the rough senatorial exterior...
With permission already granted to reproduce any clipping from the magazine that he wants, Dr. Wells will soon be illustrating his lectures with lantern slides of drawings by Peter Arno, I. Klein, and Otto Soglow. At present Dr. Wells has some 30 odd cartoons which have been carefully selected to explain to his class various psychological reactions in the easiest and quickest manner possible...
Here Goes the Bride- Cartoonist Peter Arno of The New Yorker had an exciting time in Reno last summer. There will never be other than variorum accounts of the procedure, but at some time during his residence, scrawny Cornelius ("Neely") Vanderbilt Jr. chased Mr. Arno across the landscape with an unloaded revolver. Mr. Arno included no incident quite so funny in his Here Goes the Bride, which perhaps accounted for the fact that the show went into oblivion after seven performances, together, it was understood, with a sizeable amount of money amounting to six figures belonging to John Hay ("Jock...
That the show was a failure was no fault of Bobby Clark & Paul McCullough, two droll fellows who make many spectators scream with laughter. Funny man Clark did his best to discard Mr. Arno's inane libretto, inject into the proceedings his own particular brand of in sanity. The simple burlesque business that Mr. Clark knows best consists chiefly in manhandling a cigar, shooting people with a trick cane equipped with a rubber-tube to blow smoke through, ogling all pretty girls through spectacles painted on his face, ranging rapidly about the stage at a half-crouch. All this...