Lemurian Congress

During 1930, the cigarette manufacturers continue to aim their advertisements at the Gay Young Things. It was a market that Murad had long c...

Hey! If you read more than just this blog (gasp!) you might be interested to know that I'm in the latest issue of India's first (and...

I'm reading a biography of Helen Keller in the January 25, 1930 issue of The New Yorker, and it lead me to this contemporary newsreel fi...

From the January 4, 1930 issue of The New Yorker, I read this in Robert Benchley's theatre column regarding a new play called "Top ...

On Thursday night I watched the rehearsal for " 60 Dances in 60 Minutes ," which will be performed at The Registry Theatre on Nov...

This morning I was invited to attend rehearsals for the upcoming " 60 Dances in 60 Minutes " show, which will be performed Novembe...

I know what you're thinking: now that Michael Jackson is buried we can finally stop hearing about him. But think of the anniversaries! W...

One of the best things about moving is that I get to rediscover (and often throw out) all the cool things I've been pack-ratting during ...

This weekend King Beckett loaned me his copy of " Anita O'Day: The Life of a Jazz Singer. " And though there's not much in...

Ahh, beauty in the May 18, 1929 New Yorker. Sad weird figures garbed in white, With their headgears tall and fearful, Faces drawn--druidic s...

Rest in peace, Blossom Dearie . You were hip, but not weird, and I notice you never wore a beard.

Here's to Morgan and Hunter James, profiled in this issue of " Fab Magazine ." You might know them as constant workhorses for ...

At first I thought he was gooseing her with a bicycle horn, but then I realized this is a cross-section of a door. This is really an April ...

After two weeks of crappiness -- heretofore known as "The Terrible Fortnight of Terrible Half-Living" -- what better way to celebr...

I admit it without shame: I'm a Marx Brothers fan. It's a real delight for me to read occasional Marx-related news in The New Yorker...

In the March 2, 1929 issue of The New Yorker, Don Muir Strouse provided some nice capsule sketches of the prominent band leaders in town. Th...

I can't help imagining Evelyn Herbert opening The New Yorker on December 1, 1928, and shouting "Those NOSY STINKING BASTARDS!...

I was excited when I came across an extensive profile of Harpo Marx in the December 1, 1928 issue of The New Yorker. I couldn't wait to...

No I'm not being stylistic, I just can't bring myself to write this in "prose" (which requires some sense of meaning, dire...

For a few weeks I've been coming across these disturbing 1928 New Yorker advertisements for Reuben's Restaurant and Delicatessen . T...