it was sometime in the 1950's. I was around 10 years old. Mom and Dad took me and the brothers (and eventually my one sister) to Grandma and Grandpa. Loved Grandma's cooking. Loved Grandpa's walks, and recycling (he was the crucial person to push me toward becoming an Ecology teacher). But more than that - Grandpa loved Mad magazine. He had Mad books by Don Martin. He had a wry, persnickety sense of humor that you needed to love Alfred E. Newman (What, Me Worry?) and Don Martin's way with words (as I was to learn later in life - it was a science AND an art - knowing how to do "Onomatopoeia")
Well... my point is...I've loved Mad magazine (yes - you can still subscribe to it!) and Don Martin actually retired early...https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Martin_(cartoonist)