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Cartoons from This Week’s Issue

A magazine floats toward a person on a desert island.

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Drawing of a family standing in front of an open barn door.

Our Mom-and-Pop Data Center

Mornin’, tech brothers and sisters! Come take a walk on our information super country road.

By Jed Feiman and Nehemiah Markos

Three people eating at a table.

Of Course You Can Bring Your Husband Along

Seriously, it’s electrifying how many third rails exist whenever he’s around, such as politics, or any subject that doesn’t revolve around him.

By Emily Bressler

An illustration of a dog with one of its paws on a person’s lap; the person is crying while sitting on a couch.

Toxic Emotional-Support Animals

Scary spider, downer dog, caustic crow, and other critters that will trigger a downward spiral.

By Jade Orlando

 

This Week’s Caption Contest

Woman lifting weights next to Atlas holding Earth.

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Today’s cartoon, by Mads Horwath:

A crowd of people ogle and take photos of two American woodcock birds at the park.

“Wow! New Yorkers really like out-of-towners!”

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More from The New Yorker

A.I.-generated image of Sam Altman holding a version of his own face, surrounded by other images of his face.

A Reporter at Large

Sam Altman May Control Our Future—Can He Be Trusted?

New interviews and closely guarded documents shed light on the persistent doubts about the head of OpenAI.

By Ronan Farrow and Andrew Marantz

Figure smiles, laying in the grass in graduation gown.

The Weekend Essay

My Unrequited Love Story with J.F.K., Jr.

I knew John F. Kennedy, Jr., not that well and not that long, but enough to have experienced the gravitational pull he exerted, like some great big moon.

By Jeffrey Eugenides