If the super-sophisticated, super-cosmopolitan, and super-intellectual New Yorker magazine ever needed an antidote to its own super-sophicosmointellectualism, the editors had to look no further than its own George Booth, the cartooning champion of (and occasional apologist for) the Forgotten Man, the Forgotten Woman, and Forgotten Man's and Forgotten Woman's Forgotten Pets (though the latter bunch could often be pretty damn unforgettable.) CBS Sunday Morning did a profile of Booth a few years back. He doesn't disappoint:
The phrase "Brooklyn hipster" caught my attention. Whatever happened to Greenwich Village? Excuse my ignorance, but I've never been to New York City so all I know about Brooklyn hipsters is what I've...
...seen on TV.
Eh...We better leave the rest of the artwork to George Booth. Delve into these delightfully dingy drawings:
The above cartoon reminds me that...
...he died too. But back to Booth:
Finally, here's a Booth cartoon that's been widely anthologized:
