By 1965, the cartoonist was making a name for himself along the freelance circuit, with work in the Saturday Evening Post, The American Legion, Look and Collier’s. To hear him tell, it was a rootless existence.
Several years later he’d sell his first cartoon to The New Yorker in 1969, the publication he’d come to learn is the “pinnacle of the trade.”
And now, at yet another chapter in his life, the working cartoonist sees the world through another lens. This is different from the sidelines of WWII, the Korean War or Long Island where he used to live with his wife Dione Rankin. It’s a perspective that paints the extended family as those you see every day — your neighbors.
After a two-hour interview, Booth, who celebrates his 93rd birthday this June, put on his brown leather jacket accompanied me down two flights of stairs and walked me to my car, all the while reflecting on his life’s span of work.
Kadia Goba visits George Booth‘s neighborhood.