In the August 2, 1941, New Yorker publication of his drawing captioned “While you’re here, there’s a squeaky trap-door I’d like you to look at,” Morticia is back with her butler, now having a carpenter repair a secret-paneled bookcase door. This time she is very glamorous, with her hair still parted in the middle, a few matted tendrils at each side, but a fashionable gathering at the back of her neck; her gown is more stylishly tattered and quite low-cut, revealing a prominent collarbone and ample bust atop a statuesque figure. She has the appearance of a flamenco dancer but, nevertheless, a strong woman in complete control of a domestic situation.