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Personally, Denver Post Cartoonist Patrick Oliphant, 32, leans toward Nelson Rockefeller for President, but he has a funny way of showing it. In one of his cartoons, Rocky is pictured up in some squalid attic dolefully examining a pair of track shoes: To run or not to run? That is the question. In another cartoon, he is portrayed as a fox with a lopsided grin on his face nonchalantly padding up to Dick Nixon, who is seated smugly on a nag surrounded by a pack of dogs...
...after a career as an Australian cartoonist, Oliphant got the hang of U.S. politics and effectively ribbed the presidential candidates of that year for the Post. Today he appears in 130 other papers. Ironically, he won a 1967 Pulitzer Prize for one of his rare solemn cartoons. Ho Chi Minh, holding the lifeless body of a Vietnamese amid the smoke of war, proclaims: "They won't get us to the conference table . . . will they?" A more recent cartoon of Oliphant's on the war is much more in character. L.B.J. and Dean Rusk sit in diver...
Soggy Dove. In most of his cartoons, Oliphant gets in second thoughts, as it were, by using a little penguin called Punk, who furnishes a kind of subplot. In the underwater cartoon, for instance, a waterlogged dove, bearing a soggy olive branch, tells Punk: "Oh, I just hate this job." Another cartoon shows a striking telephone employee uneasily eying a solid wall of computerized dialing equipment. Down in the corner of the drawing, a miniature repairman informs Punk: "This strike may not work. That machine is a scab." Oliphant admits to using this slightly puerile device to lure the comic...
Leverett House obstetrician James Rivaldo stopped by and made one last desperate effort to save The Harvard Lampoon. He administered a cartoon featuring a gawky three-legged bird laboriously laying an Easter egg as large as itself. Out of the egg hatched a giraffe carrying a banner inscribed "Legalize Abortion." The Lampoon seemed instantly young and vital, and chuckles of observers could be heard in the Starr Book Shop. But suddenly The Harvard Lampoon convulsed into a ball, emitted a single gargantuan sob, and rolled, dead, into a wastepaper basket...
...focused attention on other aspects of the paper that had long been commonplace. Negroes began complaining about segregated features of the newspaper such as the classified-ad section. They charged that Negroes are identified by race for crimes but whites are not. They also took exception to a daily cartoon titled "Hambone's Meditations," in which a shambling old Negro delivers such bromides as "Mos' folks, dey loses at de mouf whut dey teks in at de ears...