A reader sent this one in, and it's just such a rite of rejection passage that I decided to post it, though I've had New Yorker rejections on this blog before. The example above has become the standard form letter, though there is one older version that used to praise the "evident merit" of the submission. I guess upon revision the editors decided to remove such "effusiveness" in order to keep writers from feeling encouraged to send in more of their crappy stories.
Let's take a moment of silence together to admire the beauty of this classic: such sleek lines, such stature, such dashed hopes. Ahh! That tastes good.