The caption is, "Yes, Daddy; I totally understand your concept of the class-to-cash ratio; that's precisely WHY I'm calling."

So far I've had twenty cartoons un-accepted, or non-accepted, or, yeah, rejected by the "New Yorker." Why then, loser that this makes me, do I think the same cartoons are creative/clever/funny enough for you? 

Probably because I believe they're good enough for anyone. Yes, my ego does have a few dents in it, but it's pretty much intact. No, it can't be that I'm just too cutting edge, too deep or clever; it has to be... while I consider how some overworked, overwhelmed, or lazy (think the postal worker with the attic full of undelivered mail) intern is deleting my submissions without fully consideration, I'm thinking about where I can use these bits and images.

Maybe I have too much of a west coast angle, too cross-hatchy a style, not obvious enough humor...captions that are too wordy. Constructive criticism is welcome. All other criticism can be directed to addressing controversial stuff; and, this time, I'm not going to say write pithy responses to Tom Camfield's posts.