Yesterday, I picked up a copy of Robert Heinlein's classic sci-fi novel Stranger in a Stranger Land. It was published in 1961, and the dialogue totally reminds me of Mad Men (i.e. kind of funny with sexist undertones and dated slang), like this excerpt:
"All right. Pour me another." He did so, Jill went on. "I know they don't have the Man from Mars hopped up--because I talked with him."
Caxton whistled. "I knew it. When I got up this morning I said to myself, 'Go see Jill. She's the ace up my sleeve.' Honey lamb, have another drink. Have six. Here, take the pitcher."
"Not so fast!"
"Whatever you like. May I rub your poor tired feet? Lady, you are about to be interviewed."