Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, August 1921 · page 33 of 68
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This page from the satirical magazine *Captain Billy's Whiz Bang* contains three separate humorous pieces about romance and infidelity. The first section critiques a film ("The End") that manipulates audiences emotionally, making them invested in a couple's relationship before separating them—leaving viewers to imagine their own dramatic conclusions. The second piece, reprinted from the *Sydney Bulletin*, is a comedic anecdote about domestic chaos: a man discovers his housekeeper (who left her husband) being seduced by that same husband. The humor derives from the tangled romantic/social situation and the aggrieved man's bitter reaction. The final item is a flirtatious poem about attempted seduction. A man declares his intention to "steal a kiss" at 9:15, but the woman deflects with a witty retort comparing his slowness to a slow clock—a cheeky rejection disguised as a compliment. Overall, the page emphasizes romantic entanglement and sexual tension as sources of comedy.
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 31 let it go at that, but Billy wouldn't have it that way, so he made them love each other for awhile and then he tore them apart. The mas- ter of this picture put in a subtitle reading “The End” and let the public go home for the evening to start a drama of their own. * * * The Sydney Bulletin tells a fairly good story about family foibles. Here it is: The thud-thud of swiftly moving feet gave me warning as I was about to turn the corner, and I drew back to avoid a collision. An agi- tated figure, his breath coming in sobs, whirled past me and leaped on to a car that was leaving the car-stop; and almost at the same moment another shape shot around the corner and fell upon me. He released me at once and apolo- gized profusely. Gazing furiously at the car, now fading in the distance, he explained the situation. “That man's wife,” he said bitterly, “ran away from him and came to be my house- keeper, and just now, when I got home, I found him trying to make love to her. The dirty cur.” * * * The clock struck nine, I looked at her, Her lips were rosy red; “At quarter after nine, I mean To steal a kiss,” I said. She cast a roguish glance at me, And then she whispered low With quite her sweetest little smile, “The clock's like you—it's slow.”