Long-Lost Rea Irvin Comic Found To Be Precisely 0% Funny

The recent unearthing of a previously unknown series of panels by Rea Irvin, founding art editor of The New Yorker, has sent precisely zero ripples through the world of actual comedy. While historians are no doubt salivating over the chance to further dissect the nascent visual sensibilities of early 20th-century America, those anticipating a chuckle will find themselves as barren as a post-apocalyptic laugh track. It appears some cultural artifacts are best left to their well-deserved slumber in the dusty archives of ‘interesting but utterly joyless’.

One can almost feel the collective sigh of relief from curators, having successfully categorized yet another scrap of historical ephemera. The true triumph here is not in artistic merit or, heaven forbid, humor, but in the sheer act of discovery. Apparently, the simple fact that something exists, particularly if it hails from a venerable institution, now automatically confers upon it an intrinsic value. A valuable lesson for aspiring artists everywhere: just *be old* and *be found*. Your inherent unfunniness will then be recontextualized as "a fascinating insight into pre-war societal anxieties," rather than just, you know, a bad comic strip.