Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, December 1921 · page 44 of 68
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #28 — page 44: what you’re looking at
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This page contains four short pieces of satirical verse and prose typical of 1920s humor magazines: 1. **Untitled opening poem**: References tropical island life corrupting Western morality—likely alluding to colonial traders or sailors succumbing to disease and moral decay in exotic locales. 2. **"Spoiled Girl"**: Mocks manipulative femininity, depicting a young woman using tears and smiles to control her boyfriend's behavior—common satirical target of the era. 3. **"Great Gawsch!"**: Jokes about class anxiety through a father opposing his daughter's marriage to a poor man (earning $18/week), while she romanticizes their love. The humor relies on her naïve dismissal of financial concerns. 4. **"Hot Dog!"**: Sexual innuendo—a girl's attractiveness cannot calm a man's sexual desire, regardless of other distractions. The magazine's humor targets romantic relationships, gender dynamics, and social pretensions typical of early-twentieth-century satirical publications aimed at young male readers.
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42 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang You're eaten up with leprosy, Traders tell, You're a comber of the beaches— Gone to hell. Ten years on the Islands, It's too long, To preserve one's sense of right, And of wrong, The tropic's spell is gentle, But it's strong, It feeds the soul on lotus, Till it's gone. * * * Spoiled Girl When you are awfully cross to me I pout, and pout, and pout, My lip goes down, my eyes get big And then my tears come out. When you are awfully good to me I smile, and smile, and smile, So if you like sun more than rain Try being good awhile. * * * Great Gawsch! “Hang it all, daughter,” exploded old Jenkins. “You can’t marry young Dobbins, I won’t have it. Why he only makes eighteen dollars a week.” “I know father,” replied the sweet young thing, “but a week passes so quickly when you are fond of each other.” * * * Hot Dog! It doesn’t extinguish the conflagration in a man’s burning brain when a pretty girl turns her hose on him.