I have a special place in my heart for New Yorker cartoonists.  Their work gets a lot of flak for being indecipherable, the most famous example in recent history being in an episode of Seinfeld.  But I think most of the time they do make sense, and can be terribly funny, and more than that, they've contributed some of the most important and bravest satire of the last fifty years. 

In college, I remember writing about the change in the tenor of political cartoons between WWII and the Vietnam War (a contrast demonstrated most notably by the jingoistic, downright racist WWII-era drawings of Theodore "Dr. Seuss" Geisel.  Yeah, that Dr. Seuss).  The cartoonists at the New Yorker were at the forefront of this shift away from uncritical war bond hawking, and for a while, they seemed to be alone.

One of my favorite New Yorker cartoonists, David Reilly, has died (it took him dying for me to put a name with the drawings), and the New Yorker has put up a short Flash slideshow narrated by Lee Lorenz about Reilly's work.  It's a wonderful look back into the history of cartooning and the magazine biz, as well as a touching eulogy for an old friend.  Check it out.