His wife, Josie Merck, said that Mr. Stevenson died of pneumonia, but that he also had dementia. Mr. Stevenson shifted easily from light social commentary to a silliness that often had its roots in art, current events or old jokes. Mr. Shawn, he recalled, was at such a loss for something to say when they first met that he asked him, “Would you like to have a cigarette?” But Mr. Shawn could not find one, and they parted. Even while he was producing cartoons for The New Yorker, Mr. Stevenson was producing children’s books. By the time his last cartoon ran in The New Yorker, Mr. Stevenson was also contributing to The Times.

Source: New York Times February 24, 2017 02:04 UTC