Ron Hill's autobiography, volume I, has a reproduction of one of the cartoons.

The book starts, from memory, I've since foolishly chucked it away.

It was Tuesday morning, 6.30 a.m. I stirred nervously, oor kid was still sleeping, mum was lighting the fire, dad was moving around downstairs, getting ready for his shift in the factory. I woke up with an excited feeling in my stomach: today was Tuesday. I couldn't wait for the postman (paperboy); I'd get the latest update in the story of Alf Tupper.

Those university boys, we run 'em. Then back to bed on the canal barge with a nice cup of tea and big plate of fish 'n' chips!