Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, December 1921 · page 5 of 68
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This page is primarily text—a humorous travel essay titled "Drippings From the Fawcett," not a political cartoon. The author describes a trip from Minnesota to California, satirizing West Coast stereotypes: movie stars, reformers, and decadent hotels. The satire references "Fatty" Arbuckle, the silent-film comedian whose 1921 scandal (involving a woman's death at his party) made him notorious. The author jokes about staying at San Francisco's St. Francis Hotel, where Arbuckle allegedly tried to "convert into an ice-house"—likely meaning he caused trouble there. The piece mocks California's pretensions and uses period slang ("bullsheviki theosophical," "oozed") for comedic effect. It ends with old mining-era jokes about California settlers. There are no visible cartoons on this page—it's editorial/satirical prose from *Captain Billy's Whiz Bang*, a 1920s humor magazine.
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 3 Drippings From the Fawcett I T IS a long jump from a one-horse town like Robbinsdale to the land of deciduous fruits, forbidden fruits, fruitless fruits, movie stars, reformers, abalone cuff links, out- door plumbing and all-night burglar service— meaning California, of course. I am at this writing occupying a room in that well known San Francisco hostelry which “Fatty” Arbuckle tried to convert into an ice- house. The only kick I have against the St. Francis is that the room clerk assigned me to twin beds. Being of a bullsbeviki theosophical frame of mind and also very lonesome, I moved the other twin alongside my twin and slept soundly ever after. Lolled around for two weeks at the Alex- andria, in Los Angeles, and before that at a hotel at Coronado that fairly “oozed” hos- pitality, although older than the handles on Solomon’s wheelbarrow. There is an ancient quip about the three divisions of liars—plain liars, d— liars and Native Sons. Also there used to be one that went something like this: “The miners came in ’49 and the janes in ’51,” etc., etc. But they