Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, December 1921 · page 16 of 68
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This page from **Captain Billy's Whiz Bang** (a 1920s satirical magazine) contains two separate gossip-style anecdotes mocking wealthy and scandalous figures. **The first story** ridicules a wealthy General Motors executive's son ("Cliff," likely referring to Clifford Durant) whose wife delivers an ultimatum disguised as a "bomb"—demanding half his fortune (valued at $8-10 million). The joke satirizes both marital discord among the ultra-wealthy and the woman's successful financial power play ("made it stick"). **The second story** references a **"Love Nest"** scandal in what appears to be a Minnesota town (possibly Robbinsdale, mentioned explicitly). Police raided this establishment following the "Howard Street Gangsters affair." The piece mocks the legal proceeding where minors were involved in sexual misconduct. The defense's request for a continuance to "bring witnesses—women of..." (text cuts off) suggests an attempt to delay or undermine prosecution through witness testimony. The satire targets sexual hypocrisy, corrupt legal maneuvering, and scandal among the privileged classes—typical Whiz Bang fare.
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14 Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang turned from an important conference in New York with his dad, who was still president of the General Motors, she calmly announced: “For six years I’ve been listening to you tell me what to do. Now for six seconds just listen to me tell you what to do.” The inside of the bomb contained these sweet tidings: “Just give me one-half of what you own.” Since Cliff was worth eight or ten millions, you’ll advise it was disastrous news from the front, inasmuch as she “made it stick.” And now, so the story goes, Cliff won’t have to worry and fret about any mysterious look- ing gentleman coming to stop at his hotel at Le Bec when he blows in. * * * T HERE’S another echo from the town of fogs and poodle dogs that doesn’t ring of Robbinsdale. Just shortly after that infamous Howard Street Gangsters affair the police raided a “Love Nest.” It seems that, regardless of race, creed or color (or sex) you indulged your fav- orite diversion while in the “Love Nest” with your neighbor. Inasmuch as minors were in- volved, there was another “Roman holiday” expected for those who would crowd the prisons. Just when they were getting ready to point thumbs down, the defense asked for continuance. “And on what grounds?” de- manded the prosecution. “So that we may bring witnesses—women of