November 12, 2003
Ads I expect to see when browsing through the last few pages of The New Yorker: various small-press publications, really expensive European real estate, that smug old French bastard wearing a beret.
Ads I don't expect to see when browsing through the last few pages of The New Yorker: anything involving our old friend Sidney Crackstein and his friends over at Mr. Happy Crack...but damned if there isn't one right there! That's right: Dorothy Parker , Joseph Mitchell, James Thurber, Harold Ross, E.B. White, Pauline Kael...and now Mr. Happy Crack. William Shawn would be so proud...
Ads I don't expect to see when browsing through the last few pages of The New Yorker: anything involving our old friend Sidney Crackstein and his friends over at Mr. Happy Crack...but damned if there isn't one right there! That's right: Dorothy Parker , Joseph Mitchell, James Thurber, Harold Ross, E.B. White, Pauline Kael...and now Mr. Happy Crack. William Shawn would be so proud...
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