RIP Al

Even at my age Al and MAD were part of my life as a kid
Me too! I don't have to Google all the wonderful artists he nurtured, their names are forever in my memory from childhood: they were my heroes: Particularly Dave Berg, Al Jaffe, Mort Drucker, Don Martin... And before them, the amazing trio of Will Elder, Wallace Wood, and Jack Davies.

Some early Bill Elder, from (I think) 1954:

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This is sad; I hadn't heard this.

I loved Mad Magazine as a kid in the 1970s. I think it permanently left its imprint on my sense of humor and irreverent way of looking at things in general. Al Jaffee was the creator of the fun and irreverent "fold-in" pages where an image would look one way until you folded the pages together, revealing a completely different image.

Most people don't take Mad Magazine very seriously, but it had some of the greatest creative and humorous comic talent of the 20th century working for it. I was a big fan of Don Martin's goofy cartoons, among many other things.
 
102, even! He gave me many happy hours as a kid, and I know his own childhood was tragic; I'm glad he got to live such a long life doing something he evidently loved.
 
In eighth grade, I sat in the back row of my math class, ignored my teacher, and read Mad Magazine. Although I tried to suppress them, a series of chuckles gave me away.

My enraged teacher stomped over, ripped the magazine from my hands and in an attempt to embarrass me asked loudly:

"HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION?"

"No," I said honestly.

"Why not?"

"I know math."

"Oh," he said with that air of superiority, "THEN I SUPPOSE YOU CAN DEMONSTRATE THIS TO THE CLASS," and he wrote a semi-advanced formula on the chalk board.

I solved it, and then two progressively more difficult ones.

He was dumbstruck. So, I wrote my own formula on the slate ...

"I think we have wasted enough of the class' time," he said and erased my formula.

He never called on or questioned me again.
 
I'm recalling as a 12-year-old hiding granddad's Playboy behind a Mad while thinking I wouldn't be noticed in his recliner tucked into the corner of the living room. If I recall, it drew chuckles as I heard somebody behind me and I tried to surreptitiously stuff his girlie mag back in the rack.

Spy vs. Spy was always good for a chuckle.
 
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