Birthday Suit

Another cartoon The New Yorker won't buy. Oh well. Out with the old, in with the new. Tonight, in the last few minutes of our birthday, we say good-bye to old cartoons, cigarettes (farewell! again!), and well...youth. But what a lovely day: Piles of beautiful, thoughtful presents, the phone lines tied up with calls from all over the country, and a new, sumptuous pair of striped pajamas, with pockets and a grosgrain ribbon tie. And sweet friends*, including the one who wrote this kangaroo's line.

*Bold denotes extra emphasis