The time warp again

I thought that weird version of September in my wall calendar was the end of it. But no, even the New Yorker is having some issues with the days of the month. Here are the last two mastheads of their print edition:

That first one was included in the edition of October 2. 


  1. Uh, The New Yorker is a dump. William Shawn was the last adult. After him, the deluge. Remnick is to editing what Barbara Striesdand is to directing.


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