Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for December 23, 1974
Man: Your timing couldn't have been better, son - your mother has quite a homecoming feast whipped up... Zonker: Great! Lemme just put my stuff up in my room... Man: Oh... uh... I forgot to tell you... Zonker: Hey! Uncle Duke! What's he doing here? Man: Same as usual - convalescing. He got into some particularly vicious hallucinogens over Thanksgiving. Zonker: Oh, wow... what's the prognosis? You got a target? Man: Up and about by Easter. Zonker: Hmm... Duke: No way!