I've been looking at it on and off all morning and I just don't get it.
It's a New Yorker cartoon from 1967. New Yorker cartoons generally aren't especially funny, but I usually understand the point of the joke.
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His take on mid-century Major League Baseball is sort of equal parts adorable and unsettling. Other highlights of the issue: A Houston family is paid $75 to test a fallout shelter for 3 days, canned raw meat, and Chef Boy-R-Dee as mildly exotic party fare.
See page 58 (archive file pagination) for the Saul Steinberg piece.