In our ongoing effort to clean out the MAD stockroom, look what we found — the original Antonio Prohias sketch for the cover of MAD #109, March 1967! It's never been seen anywhere by anyone other than the old MAD staff at the time: Al Feldstein, Nick Meglin, Jerry DeFuccio, John Putnam and Lenny "The Beard" Brenner.
The excavation continues. Check back again for more lost MAD memorabilia!
Here's the final cover, painted by Norman Mingo:
At my retirement party my co-workers gave me a new iPhone.
What does the “I” in “iPhone” stand for anyway? Why does everything need a pronoun in front of it? There’s the iPhone. There’s YouTube. There’s Wii Bowling. And of course there’s she-males. But that’s just at one bar I sometimes go to with Mike Wallace.
This new iPhone comes with a 2-year contract. That’s a long term commitment for a man my age. The library won’t even lend me books anymore. My health’s not that good. Last week the doctors found blood in my urine. The week before that, they found urine in my blood. Even as I’m typing this, I’m tasting copper. They used to make pennies out of copper. Now it’s zinc. Zinc’s a funny word... It... Oh, f**k it.
You can type on an iPhone. I like to type on a typewriter. Too bad Underwood didn’t ever get into the cell phone game. That’s a brand you can trust. It’s the Studebaker of typewriters!
I understand that these phones have to be charged. I never have to charge the phone in my kitchen. I don’t think you should have to charge an appliance. If you had to charge your blender, you’d never use it!
I went to get my fedora blocked and the owner, Gary, was on something called a Bluetooth. That sounds like something you get from eating too many blueberries. Not to be confused with a Blackberry, which is another kind of phone. Maybe they should get together. Black and blue. They could create a phone called The Bruise. Whew! I almost collapsed after coming up with that one!
Morley Safer said this phone comes with 500 minutes. I don’t know if 500 minutes is enough – I could talk for that long just about cottage cheese. Not that you’d ever want to talk to Morely Safer for 500 minutes. He’s a very boring man.
Now, where was I about cottage cheese...
Please give a warm Idiotical welcome to the first "Me, Myself and My Puppet" strip. Pay attention, you might learn a thing or two about Ventriloquist-Americans. This sudsy adventure comes courtesy of John Kovaleski!
We know what you’re thinking. In this age of digital photography and Photoshopping, it would be oh so easy for us to take a photo of the First Lady shopping at Target yesterday and fill her cart with a treasure trove of MAD books, DVDs, T-shirts, Spy Halloween costumes and more in a desperate attempt to elevate our status and drum up business for our ersatz line of products. But you would be wrong! It wasn’t “oh so easy!” It was actually a lot of work!
The Boston Red Sox and the Atlanta Braves will go down in baseball history as the two biggest team collapses in September ever. With the Triple Crown of terrible pitching, poor hitting and spectacularly shoddy fielding, the teams brilliantly sealed their elimination from postseason play.
Only time will tell if The X-Factor is worthy of receiving "The Ecch-Factor" treatment in our pages.
There’s a legal thriller beginning in Los Angeles and paparazzi from around the world have got to be there as the trial begins for Michael Jackson’s former personal physician. Dr. Conrad Murray is charged with the involuntary manslaughter of the King of Pop. The question is: will he beat it? From our "MAD 20 Dumbest 2009" issue (#502), comes this hit.
For the last couple of years, with every 2-year subscription to MAD, we’ve offered a collectible, limited-edition print of a classic MAD cover. And when MAD #512 goes on sale on Oct. 25, it will announce the latest print in the collection — “Alfred Eating Corn on the Cob.” Um, except that we just announced it here…oops.
Actually — can we level with you? Since we started The Idiotical, we’ve gotten very close with our online readers. And that’s why we’re giving YOU, our internet-savviest friends, the FIRST CHANCE to subscribe and get your very own piece of MAD history! So don’t delay — the prints are limited (as indicated by the whole “limited-edition” thing) — head over to our subscription page or call 1-800-4 MAD-MAG and lock it down!
(Use this keycode when ordering: MDCCPRT)