Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, March 1922 · page 21 of 68
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #31 — page 21: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate humor pieces typical of early 20th-century American joke magazines: **"No Offense Here, Paddy"** plays on Irish ethnic stereotypes—the protagonist is characterized as "Paddy," a common name used to mock Irish immigrants. The joke relies on the premise that an Irishman would mistake a talking parrot for a bird, suggesting simple-mindedness. **"Let's Sing It Again"** appears to reference a popular song about a woman wearing something (the word censored as "'el"—likely "hell") for a distant lover, suggesting romantic or risqué content common to period music hall entertainment. **"Hot Stuff"** is a domestic humor piece where a husband's tactlessness—asking about a recently deceased man—embarrasses his wife at a social gathering. The joke targets awkward masculinity and social ignorance. All three reflect period conventions: ethnic caricature, innuendo, and husband-as-buffoon tropes standard to 1920s-era satirical magazines.
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Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang 19 No Offense Here, Paddy An Irishman while on his way to call upon his best girl suddenly caught sight of a beauti- ful parrot in a nearby tree. He decided it would be just the present for her. Slowly he drew near the bird and upon reaching one of the highest branches, was just about to grab his prey when the parrot, who had been eyeing him sharply, suddenly squawked, “Well, what do you want?” Pat withdrew his hand and humbly made answer, “Excuse me. Er—I thought you was a bird.” * * * Let’s sing it again: “And when they asked her why the ’el she wore it, Oh, she wore it for her lover who was far, far away.” Now for the chorus: “Far away, far away, oh, she wore it, etc.” * * * Hot Stuff They arrived home late from the party. Wife took off her hat and slammed it on the floor. Then she confronted her hubby. “I’ll never take you to another party as long as I live!” she said. “Why?” he calmly wanted to know. “You asked Mrs. Jones how her husband has been standing the heat.” “Well?” “Well, her husband has been dead two months.”