Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, January 1921 · page 18 of 68
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This page announces an article by Rev. "Golicitly" Morrill about bathing customs in East India, framed as exotic travel journalism. The teaser promises sensationalized content about South America in a future issue, calling Rio de Janeiro "the Gomorrah" and Buenos Aires "the Sodom of South America"—biblical references to sinful cities—while explicitly mentioning "white slave market" content. The article excerpt emphasizes bathing as a quasi-spiritual practice, with Morrill romanticizing a memorable bath in Delhi involving "the girl." The tone blends travelogue with innuendo; references to mixed bathing "where men and women recognize no sex" and the closing line—"cleanliness is not always next to godliness"—suggest sexual content beneath respectable travel writing. *Whiz Bang* was known for mixing crude humor with purported sophistication. This appears designed to attract readers with promises of exotic, titillating material presented under the guise of serious religious commentary.
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16 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang India's September Morns In this article, Reverend Morrill tells of the “royal baths” of East India, where men and women recog- nize no sex. In the February number of the WHIZ BANG, the traveler-author will take our readers on a brief expedition to South America, which, “Golightly” assures us, is “the white slave market of the world.” Night scenes in Rio de Janeiro, “the Gomorrah,” and Buenos Aires, “the Sodom of South America,” will be depicted as only Reverend Morrill can do. By REV. “GOLIGHTLY” MORRILL Pastor People’s Church, Minneapolis, Minn. THOUGH the River of Time may wash away most of my India memories, there is one thing that will remain as long as I live—my royal bath at Delhi, and the time, the place, and the girl. Bathing has not only been a fad with me, but an article of faith. At home I take a cold plunge every morning, and on shipboard it is the thing I look for- ward to with pleasure. A country is known by the baths it gives, and in Constantinople, Moscow and Budapest I learned that every little movement had a meaning all its own. The bath, that like Moses’ rod swallowed up all others, was the one at Delhi, where cleanliness is not always next to godliness.