1958-Mad's The Night Before Christmas

This had a profound affect on me as a kid....lol

 

EXCELLO! LIKE COOL DADDY-O!
NOW THAT JOLLY OL' MAN HAD A WHOLE LOTTA' SOUL!
THANKS FOR THAT POSTING, NOW I ALSO MUST SCAT!
AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO LLOYD, A REAL COOL HEP CAT!

 

Bird this deserves a big COOLBEANS MAN!

 

Never read that take. Funny.. Thanks for putting it up.

 

Great post, great read thanks for sharing.

 

This deserves another view at this time of the year.

Thanks Lloyd!

 

hmmm.... "Bird", fifth panel... could it be???

 

Man in those days they were so hip...check it out, he references, Bird, Dizzy, Miles, and Count Basie just in this one strip...In their Cool Casey At the Bat they reference Bird and Dizzy also....Yep....it was a better time...

 

Yeah, I picked up the others. Was half joking about you being the Bird he was talking about.

 

Hey if this was now....maybe

 

Bump.....Well it's that time of year to bring back this Classic....and like the Cat said, "A Cool Christmas to All and Like, All of That Jazz.....;^)

 

... and so I will repeat!

EXCELLO! LIKE COOL DADDY-O!

NOW THAT JOLLY OL' MAN HAD A WHOLE LOTTA' SOUL!

THANKS FOR THAT POSTING, NOW I ALSO MUST SCAT!

AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO LLOYD, A REAL COOL HEP CAT!

 

My formative years.

 

BUMP

 

Happy Holidays 2015, everybody!

To sweeten the deal this year...I'm adding a stocking stuffer for all of you....
Some of you have commented in the past about how much this reminded you of Mad's 1960 verson of "Cool Casey At the Bat" by Paul Laikin....Say no more....hear it is....Merry Christmas..

"Cool Casey At The Bat"
The action wasn't groovy for the Endsville nine that day,
The beat was 4 to 2 with just one chorus more to sway,
And when old Cooney conked at first, and Burrows also sacked,
A nowhere rumble bugged up all the cats who dug the act.
A hassled group got all hung up and started in to split;
The other cats there played it cool and stayed to check the bit:
They figured if old Casey could, like, get in one more lick -
We'd put a lot of bread down, Man, on Casey and his stick!


But Flynn swung before Casey, and also Cornball Blake,
And the first stud couldn't make it, and the other couldn't fake.
So the cats and all their chicks were dragged and in a a bluesy groove,
For it was a sucker's long-shot that old Casey's make his move.
But Flynn blew one cool single, and the hipsters did a flip,
And Blake, who was a loser, gave the old ball quite a trip;
And when the tempo let up, like a chorus played by Bird,
There was Cornball stashed at second and Flynn holed up at third.

Then from five thousand stomping cats there came a crazy sound;
It rocked through all the scene, Man -- it really rolled around;
It went right to the top, Dad, and it charged on down below,
For Casey, swinging Casey, he was comin' on to blow!
There was style in Casey's shuffle as he came on with his stick;
There was jive in Casey's strutting; he was on a happy kick.
And when, to clue in all the cats, he doffed his lid real big,
The Square Johns in the group were hip: t'was Casey on the gig.

Ten thousand peepers piped him as he rubbed fuzz on his palms;
Five thousand choppers grooved it when he smeared some on his arms.
Then while the shook-up pitcher twirled the ball snatched in his clutch.
A hip look lit up Casey. Man. This cat was just too much!
And now the crazy mixed-up ball went flying out through space.
But Casey, he just eyed it with a cool look on his face.
Right at that charged-up sideman, the old ball really sailed-
"That's too far out!, sang Casey. "Like, Strike One!" the umpire wailed.

From the pads packed high with hipsters, there was heard a frantic roar,
Like the beating of the bongos from a frenzied Be-Bop score,
'Knife him! Knife that ump, Man" wailed some weirdo left-field clown;
And they would have cut the cat up, but cool Casey put them down.
With a real gone Beatnik grin on him, old Casey cooked with gas;
He fanned down all that ribble, and he sang "On with this jazz!"
He set the pitcher straight, and once again the old ball flew;
But Casey wouldn't buy it and the ump howled, "Like, Strike Two!"

"He's sick!" wailed all the hipsters, and the Squares, too, sang out "Sick!"
But a nod from Daddy Casey, and the cats got off that kick.
They dug the way he sizzled, like his gaskets were of wax;
They were hip that Casey wouldn't let the ball get by his ax.
The cool look's gone from Casey's chops, his eyes are all popped up;
He stomps his big ax on the plate, he really is hopped up.
And now the pitcher cops the ball, and now it comes on fast,
And now the joint is jumping with the sound of Casey's blast.


Man, somewhere in this far-out scene, the sun is packing heat:
The group is blowing somewhere, and somewhere guts are beat,
And somewhere big cats break up, and small cats raise the roof;
But there is no joy in Endsville -- Swinging Casey made a goof."

 

Real cool to resurrect '58 Hip Christmas @Bird Lives I'd never seen that before. What great licks -

"Much faster than “Bird” blew, this group had no drag.”
And he Rocked and he Rolled and he pegged them by tag: Like Dasher, Like..."

"His lids - Man, they sizzled! His dimples were smiles.
His cheeks were like Dizzy’s, his beak was like Miles’!"


...and "Cool Casey?!!" Swinging, man!

I'll be looking to resurrect that one come Opening Day!

Happy Holidays to all, and a tip of the ol' Fedora to MrB for making this Den swing!

 

Thanks Ru...I knew you would dig it....and bringing Casey out for opening day is now your gig, if you have eyes....}8^))

Can you believe that...? At this time the average Mad reader was Hip to Diz and Bird....Those were good times to be or not to bop...I watched an old Dobie Gillis the other night on cable...an Dobie didn't want to go to this rich kid's Christmas Party..The rich kid said, "You'll want to come if you know who I have providing the entertainment." And Dobie said, "I don't care if you have Thelonious Monk" and the kid said, "How did you know, and he's only playing on the breaks..." Those were the days....

 

To stay within the "Christmas" tradition:

 

Bump...
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