The New Yorker - All Humour

Drawings from the November 9, 2026, magazine.

Thinking of throwing that ball for your dog? He might be scamming you.

How many Scaramuccis might she last?

Some of whom write political romantasy featuring gruff yet sensual senatorial candidates.

“Do you know how many clients I have who would give anything just to be in the middle of that ’pede?”