Some prefer their poets thin and starving. Claude Smith's New Yorker cartoon from the April 24, 1954 issue raises the question of just how we size up creative people.
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| "I hardly think I'd care for a stout poet." Claude Smith Original art The New Yorker, April 24, 1954, page 39 |
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| Drawings by Alfred Frueh and Claude Smith The New Yorker, April 24, 1954, pages 38-39 |
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