[Women at restaurant table]

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999

[Childhood lessons, 3 illustrations]

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999

[Men in private library]

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999

[Two lumberjacks competing at riding and rolling logs]

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999

[Wife bringing glass of water to sick husband in bed]

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999

Woman's Day Magazine illustration: [Couple sits on couch by Christmas tree, dozens of bicycles around them]

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999

Woman's Day Magazine illustration: Party, p. 2 -- The virulent perfume of Mr. Freem's sec'y

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999, Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999

New Yorker illustration: But people do like you, Herbie. My roommate likes you, my mother likes you, my therapist likes you. It's me. I don't like you

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1974

New Yorker illustration: They should be very happy. They belong to the same hate group

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1964

New Yorker illustration: We're air-conditioned, but we're on the blink

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1971

New Yorker illustration: Mr. Thompson, I'd like a short sabbatical to find myself--within the corporation, of course

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1979

New Yorker illustration: There'll be a delay of about an hour. The engineer just reached mandatory retirement age

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1961

New Yorker illustration: He just found out that one out of every four marriages he performs ends in divorce

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1965

New Yorker illustration: I'd like to purchase something, but I don't know what

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1970

New Yorker illustration: It wouldn't be fair to just tell you, son. Why don't we go look up the meaning of "pusillanimous" together?

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1971

New Yorker illustration: Well, I didn't choose to go down with it, so shall we change the subject?

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1959

New Yorker illustration: Hang on to your hat, Edith. This will either defuse him or send him into orbit

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1973

New Yorker illustration: I've been reincarnated four times, but, fortunately, I've always come back as me

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1970

New Yorker illustration: I'm undecided. I'm undecided whether to slam the door in your face or kick you out into the street

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1968

New Yorker illustration: I, too, can offer executive clemency, Walters. You are hereby forgiven

by Darrow, Whitney, 1909-1999
Published 1973