Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, June 1921 · page 55 of 67
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #21 — page 55: what you’re looking at
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This page contains four brief satirical pieces typical of 1920s humor magazines: **"Sodaeye, Do You?"** mocks confused communication—a soda clerk and customer talk past each other about flavors. **"Where They Rattle"** satirizes class pretension. Children observe that wealthy women's silk petticoats make noise, equating wealth with conspicuous consumption and distinctive appearance. **"Frank Lynn's Dope"** is a poem criticizing women's changing fashion (shorter skirts, lower waistlines), suggesting modern dress leaves little to imagination and uses biblical allusion ("fig leaves") to imply immodesty drives men away from home. **"The Anti-Cigarette Crusaders"** employs ironic hypocrisy: a woman condemns men's smoking while kissing her baby and petting her dog—implying her concern is misplaced or sanctimonious, since she participates in physical contact without complaint. All pieces use satire to mock social attitudes and manners of the era.
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54 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang Sodaeye, Do You? “Give me a plain soda without any flavor.” “What kind of flavor would you like it without?” “Oh! I’d like it without vanilla flavor.” “Sorry, sir! I’m out of vanilla. You will have to have it without chocolate, sir.” * * * Where They Rattle Two little girls were playing on the street and a well-dressed lady passed them with swish and a whirl. By the noise it was evident that she wore a silk petti-coat. “What makes that noise?” whispered one little girl, with a wondering look. “Sh!” said the other child, in a low voice, “don’t you know she’s got money? Rich folks always rattle and smell good.” * * * Frank Lynn’s Dope When skirts and waist lines meet as one, ’Twill be as when the world begun, And in fig leaves again we’ll roam, And wonder still why the men leave home. * * * The Anti-Cigarette Crusaders “I can’t understand how men can put those nasty pipes and cigarettes to their lips,” she mourned, and then bent to kiss the little bundle of life in her lap. And the poodle dog, sympathizing, snuggled closer against its mistress’ swan-like neck and wagged its little tail.