Congratulations to Drew Friedman, the distinctive and distinctively hilarious illustrator whose new book More Old Jewish Comedians which will be published in April, got a tremendous bookwarming at the Friars Club last night. Drew’s “Private Lives of Public Figures” was a fixture at Spy, where I was intermittently part of the delegation that helped think up the subjects of Drew’s devastating warts-and-then-some portraits, and in later years, Drew illustrated pieces that I wrote for Esquire, Entertainment Weekly and TV Guide. And yet, until last night, we had never met! (Well, okay, he says we did meet once, years ago, and perhaps he is right. But ask yourself—what makes a better story?) A highlight of the evening was a bit of storytelling by one honored guest, the venerable Jerry Stiller, who amusingly reminisced about breaking into the theater on the lower east side, and who showed himself to be smooth and urbane in a way I have never seen in his performances. What a treat. Good luck, Drew! (By the way, this august convocatin yielded this amusing New Yorker casual by Lillian Ross.)