When I was in about the seventh or eight grade, our teacher was an old Irish nun who said one day, “And you shouldn’t be reading that magazine called ‘The Mad.’” A student pointed out that the name was “Mad,” not “The Mad,” to which she replied in her brogue, “That’s right: it’s mad - mad from hell!”
Happily, my nuns were completely ignorant of Mad. Thank God my highly conservative parents broke down over that great rag. I still remember having an Alfred E Newman bobble-head doll stuck to the rear window of our car.