Charles David Saxon

 

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Chris Wachowiak  ·   · 

Cover illustration for: The New Yorker

Issue date: Sept. 24, 1973

Cover illustration by: Charles D. Saxon- created 93 covers for the New Yorker.

Noted illustrator and cartoonist. Charles David Saxon (1920-1988) graduated with a B.A. from Columbia in 1940. While still in his teens, Saxon joined the staff of Dell Publishing Company as an editor before becoming a pilot in the Army Air Corps. He continued his work at Dell after the war until he joined the staff of "The New Yorker." His drawings were used in advertisements for a number of corporations. His cartoons and illustrations appeared in such magazines as "Architectural Record" "McCall's Magazine" "Sports Illustrated" "Newsweek" "Town and Country" "Woman's Day" and "Gourmet Magazine."

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Charles David Saxon (November 13, 1920 – December 6, 1988) was an American cartoonist known for his work for The New Yorker.

Contents

• 1Early life
• 2Career and education
• 3Personal life
• 4Death
• 5References
• 6External links
  
  

Saxon also drew numerous ads, including for Chivas Regal, American Airlines, Bankers Trust, IBM, and Xerox.^[2] As his obituary in The New York Times noted, "So ubiquitous was his advertising work in the late 1970s that one edition of The Wall Street Journal featured ads by Mr. Saxon for three different companies."^[3]

Saxon had one-man shows at the Nicholls Gallery. He was awarded a gold medal by the Art Directors Club of New York in 1963 and an honorary doctorate by Hamilton College in 1972.^[3][7] He received the National Cartoonist Society Advertising Award for 1977,^[8] and their Gag Cartoon Award for 1980, 1986, and 1987.^[9] For his work with The New Yorker, he received their Reuben Award for 1980.^[3][10]

Personal life[edit]

He was married to Nancy Lee Saxon, née Rogers, a sculptor and portraitist, and illustrated her children's books; they had three children.^[2][3][7]

Death[edit]

Saxon died of heart failure on December 6, 1988, at St. Joseph Medical Center in Stamford, Connecticut.^[3] He spoke his last words to paramedics after suffering a heart attack at home: "I guess I'd better die; I just broke our best lamp."^[3][11]