Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, October 1921 · page 54 of 68
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This page from *Captain Billy's Whiz Bang* (a 1920s-era men's humor magazine) contains a collection of short jokes and satirical observations rather than a single cartoon. The humor targets women and relationships through crude sexual innuendo and domestic stereotypes typical of the era. The "Naughty Nellie" song parody mocks sentimental romance while joking about violence toward women ("I'll blacken 'em for you"). The editor then sarcastically critiques another verse for anatomical absurdity ("what part of a woman's anatomy are the stairs"), while making light of domestic violence by referencing a woman shot "in the boiler room." The final joke plays on newlywed coldness—the bachelor assumes "cold feet" means hesitation, but the newlywed implies his wife is literally refusing physical intimacy. Throughout, the tone reflects period attitudes normalizing domestic discord and treating women as objects of conquest or complaint. The scattered jokes about being "half shot" anchor this in drinking-culture humor common to the magazine's demographic.
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52 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang One swallow doesn't make a summer, But one frog can make a spring. * * * The other day I was riding in the street car. I had my eye on a seat, but a woman sat on it. * * * A chilly reception doesn't cool one off on a hot day. * * * Men fight with their fists, women with their tears. * * * When spinsterhood is bliss, 'tis folly to be wives. * * * We will now sing that touching little ballad, entitled, "Girls, don't put make-up on your eyes, I'll blacken 'em for you," by the writers of "Naughty Nellie." * * * First I gave her peaches, Then I gave her pears Then I gave her fifty cents And kissed her on the stairs. * * * What we would like to know is what part of a woman's anatomy are the stairs. The author evidently received his training from the late Quenton, who reported that a South St. Paul woman was shot in the boiler room. Well, I must pull another cork now. Reminds me of the time I was half shot in the Islands. * * * Her's Bachelor—"Do you suffer from cold feet?" Newlywed—"Yes, but they aren't mine."