Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, July 1921 · page 64 of 68
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This page from *Captain Billy's Whiz Bang* contains several short humorous items typical of 1920s satirical magazines: **"It Feels So Good"** is a joke-within-a-joke: an asylum patient hits himself with a mallet for relief; the punchline deflects to Prohibition-era slang ("blind pig" = illegal speakeasy), suggesting the real pain being self-medicated is social/legal trouble. **"Perfume Leads to Divorce"** sarcastically references a newspaper headline, implying readers will recognize the scandal. **Missouri/Elgin exchange** appears to be a regional rivalry joke (unclear without more context). **"R hounds"** is Prohibition satire: crossing a "rum hound" (drinker) with a "Volstead water spaniel" (named after Prohibition's sponsor) produces dogs that sniff out "prescription-peddling physicians"—mocking how doctors legally distributed alcohol as medicine during Prohibition. **Final joke** plays on financial hardship: someone refuses to gamble, claiming 100 reasons, but admits the real one is poverty—the rest are excuses he'll keep hidden. The page satirizes Prohibition, poverty, and social hypocrisy.
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62 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang It Feels So Good A patient at the Traverse hospital for insane had a mallet in his pocket, and at regular intervals he would take it out and bang himself over the head with it. Asked why he punished himself that way, he replied: “Because it feels so good when I stop.” But for God's sake, don't tell my mother. She thinks I'm running a blind pig. PERFUME LEADS TO DIVORCE—Headline Ah, and well do we know the brand. “You gotta show me, I'm from Missouri,” said the big man. “Well, watch me—I'm from Elgin,” said the little fellow. By crossing a rum hound with a Volstead water spaniel, efficient R hounds have been produced. These dogs have an unerring scent for prescription-peddling physicians. When asked to join the game he declined, saying he had a hundred reasons for not playing. “Give us one,” they asked. “The first one is, I haven't any money.” “You can stick the other 99 in your hip-pocket,” came the final chorus.