See also: Whose Line Is It, Anyway? (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
It will be human. Its general tenor will be one of gaiety, wit and satire, but it will be more than a jester. It will be not what is commonly called sophisticated, in that it will assume a reasonable degree of enlightenment on the part of its readers. It will hate bunk . . . .
So wrote Harold Ross, the New Yorker's first editor. Wonder what he would think of today's New Yorker.