Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, December 1921 · page 42 of 68
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This page contains two poems from *Captain Billy's Whiz Bang*, a satirical magazine popular in the 1920s. **"Gee Whiz"** by Dorothy is a flirtatious poem where a male speaker pursues a woman ("dream girl"), offering cigarettes, alcohol ("booze"), and expensive entertainments (hired halls, yachts) to convince her to elope with him. The satire mocks post-WWI youth culture—specifically the carefree, hedonistic "flapper" era when young people openly discussed dating, drinking (illegal during Prohibition), and premarital romance. **"The Land of Gee and Haw"** by Ted Lattourette Hansford appears to be rural/agrarian satire. "Gee" and "haw" are commands to horses. The poem nostalgically references Arkansas and rural communities ("cornfed people"), while casually mentioning illegal moonshine production. The Jeff Davis reference (unclear without more context) and the folksy tone suggest mockery of rural American simplicity versus urban sophistication. Both poems reflect 1920s class and cultural tensions between urban modernity and rural tradition.
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40 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang Gee Whiz By Dorothy. Dream girl with your raven hair Eyes of brown and dimples too Can't you find one day to spare That I may elope with you? Too many ginks are on your hooks You trifle right and left They toddle round with hungry looks Poor nuts they're all bereft. Dream girl get your cigarettes And I'll produce the booze, Put the brake on vain regrets And let us burn the fuse. Hire a hall or buy a yacht It's all the same, Oh! gee But give me everything you've got It's coming straight to ME. Dream girl with your raven hair Come cuddle up and tease Love me, bite me like a bear, Then kiss me—naughty—please. Make it today and don't postpone Don't make your sweetie pout, Dear heart I'm sitting all alone For the darned old booze gave out. * * * The Land of Gee and Haw By Ted Lattourette Hansford. I have a home I'm not ashamed of, In the land of Gee and Haw, Where Jeff Davis found a pile of rocks And called it Arkansaw. And I am going back to Flatrock, Where the cornfed people stay, And they make a little moonshine Just to pass the time away. I can see old Hank and Silas,