You may get another chance, if you go skiiing with captain Bob Mankoff and some of his team at Beaver Creek in January. From the Vail Daily News:

The event, slated for Jan. 6-8, will feature six cartoonists from The New Yorker magazine on a visit to Beaver Creek. The cartoonists are some of the magazine's best-known, including Harry Bliss, Matt Diffee, Ed Koren, Bob Mankoff, Victoria Roberts and Jack Zeigler.

During the festival, the cartoonists will be on hand to entertain guests with cartoon renderings, host a breakfast, do classes for children, appear at cocktail parties and more. There will also be a captioning contest—similar to the one the magazine runs on its inside back page every week—where people will have the chance to win prizes by suggesting the best caption.

Just don't let one of those Addams types try to rope you into a game of ski football. You'll lose.

Memo to Mankoff: I looked for "Downhill Skier" on Cartoonbank, to no a-Vail! All I saw in my search was this Chast tribute to Addams, faithfully transcribed by the "Day-O"-savvy staff since the drawing is so small:

When I was a kid my parents and I used to escape the city and spend the summer up near Cornell University, in upstate New York. “Look! Trees!” “Smell! Fresh air!” A whole contingent of Brooklyn schoolteachers went up there, to take courses and attend lectures—for, as my mother put it, “a certain degree of intellectualism.” This group included a barely five-foot-tall science teacher whose tan and extremely bald head was overflowing with plans of how to get free stuff from corporations... “I told them the pudding didn’t jell and they sent me thirty boxes!” ...a goatee, demonic-looking math teacher who was a compulsive punster and his pale, delicate wife with noticeably tiny feet... “Whatsamatter, you can’t see the forest for the cheese?” ... a social-studies teacher who wore clothes she designed herself, like the skirt with plastic pockets that held removable snapshots of all her friends... “Millie Davenport is OUT.” ...and a Spanish teacher with a dime-size birthmark in the middle of his forehead, as well as countless others. Anyway, on the Cornell campus was a browsing library. When my parents needed a little “intellectualism,” they’d park me in there. “Now, don’t move a muscle till we get back!” “Okey-dokey!” There were no kids’ books whatsoever, but there were tons of cartoon collections. I discovered Peter Arno, Helen Hokinson, George Price, Otto Soglow, and many more. But the books I was obsessed with were by Charles Addams: Monster Rally, Black Maria, Homebodies, Night crawlers, Drawn and Quartered...I laughed at everything that I knew I shouldn’t find funny: homicidal spouses; kids building guillotines in their rooms; and all those poor, unfortunate two-headed, three-legged, four-armed people. Wolcott Gibbs, in his introduction to Addams and Evil wrote that Addams’s work “is essentially a denial of all spiritual and physical evolution in the human race.” All in all, I’d have to agree. “Time to go!” “Did you miss us?”

Are images disappearing from the bank? Do you suspect notorious cat burglar Grace Kelly? Is there a rights problem with some of the old cartoons? As Gawker would say, developing.