I had not realized how all pervasive Whitney Darrow is today in The New Yorker until I leafed through this album of his cartoons, and found that almost without exception I recalled them and found they still brought a laugh. Random House is publishing this between New Yorker Album publications (1942-1944), and it should get that same holiday sale. A tremendous advance has rolled up -- and the date is far enough ahead of the rush season to guarantee stock for the big push. They are good -- these drawings -- though many skirt the edge of vulgarity (and some fall over).