My favorite magazine when I was a young lad was none other than Mad Magazine. Weekly Reader sucked balls because it was so skimpy, I usually had mine read before the teacher finished passing them out to the other kids in class. Boy's Life really sucked ass because I was not in Boy Scouts, I refused to join them because of after you were a Cub Scout you were then forced into something called Weblos after you graduated from being a Cub Scout and even at a very young age I did not want to be in any group that said that it's members blew. Highlights magazine also sucked it was too "goody goody" for my tastes, hell I was already reading the Detroit Free Press by the time I was reading Highlights. And finally, I did not like Jack and Jill because they refused to publish the joke I sent in to them when I was 8 years old.
But Mad stood head and shoulders above them all. It was funny, topical, and it had cartoons in it. And not just any old cartoons but illustrations by Dave Berg (For a little while when I was young I was convinced that my father was secretly Dave Berg's alter ego Roger Kaputnik, the resemblance was, to me anyway, uncanny. Look at Dave Berg's drawing of himself as Roger Kaputnik and then scroll down and look at my Dad. You can see why I was a bit confused.), Al Jaffee, Mort Drucker, Sergio Aragones, the great Jack Davis, and Don Martin.
I read Mad as soon as it came through our front door, when my big brothers finished with it, that is. I devoured it and wanted more. I loved the movie parodies, the snappy answers to stupid questions, the crazy fold ins on the inside of the back cover, and every other thing they put in it with the exception of the letters to the editor. I learned tons of stuff from Mad about the politics of the day and our society in general. It was also the first place I learned about things like anxiety, drugs, alcoholism, and patriotism.
I remember vividly the time they stuck a folded poster in one issue. It was around the time when All in the Family was just becoming popular. On the poster written in that hippy dippy style of lettering was the Pledge of Allegiance and I proudly read it off to my Mom and a neighbor who was visiting at the time. I read through it and then I came to the end and it said, "And liberty and justice for all, even for Blacks, Jews, Wops, Spics, Chinks, and whoever else we got in this country now." They both busted out laughing as I read that part and I started laughing as well, as soon as I got the joke.
We gobbled up everything Mad put out. The monthly magazine, the annuals, which were nothing more than reprints of stories and stuff we had already read, and the paperback books they put out. The jokes were groaners sometimes but we loved them all.
I stopped reading Mad regularly when I hit my teens but sometimes I'll buy a copy and read it and it always takes me back to when I was a tow headed scamp. I got the nerve up a few years back and I sent in some story ideas and jokes but they never did publish them. Although I did get a nice letter from the editor in chief once telling me that they almost bought one of my articles. I was flattered that they considered buying it but I would have appreciated the cold hard cash more. It's all good though and like one of my childhood heroes always said, "What? Me worry?"
10 comments:
nice trip down memory lane. I read most of those mags too. MAD was the BEST!
No wonder we think so mauch alike.
Oh, how I loved MAD magazine. I used to get pissed if someone did the fold-in and messed it up (that would be my little brother)before I got to do it.
I still remember reading the one with the Grease parody.
Hey! I liked "Highlights" magazine. It had some very interesting artwork and comics in it. Of course I only ever got to read it in the doctors office or some other stupid waiting rooms. I can't image actually paying for it.
On the other hand, I would gladly pay for "MAD" magazine.
D Cup-I was usually the one who fucked up the fold in on the back cover.
Dr. Z-Did anyone ever really pay for Highlights magazine?
I lived for Mad Magazine at one point in my life.
One of the funny things in my life was seeing a movie that I'd only experienced before as a Mad satire. One of the memorable ones was "The Godfather," which I didn't see until the late eighties. As I watched the movie, I kept laughing-- I kept remember, getting for the first time, all the jokes, jokes I'd read 14 or 15 years earlier.
I was the same way with 'The Hot Rock' Johnny,I read the paraody and then saw the film like 20 yrs later.
Same here with that one!
Strange as it might seem, I actually learned how to play chess from a Mad parody of chess. Whilst being funny, they actually grounded their comedy humor in ... well ... truth, of all things. Mad truly made me think that I was not the only outcast who despised most of society when I was but a lad. Aaaaah.... vebilflitzer!
It's about time your ass left a comment over here Todd my boy. And if I forgot to say thanks for lunch the other day, then "Thanks."
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