Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, March 1922 · page 65 of 68
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #31 — page 65: what you’re looking at
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This is a humor page from an early 20th-century American satirical magazine featuring brief jokes and witticisms. The content reflects period attitudes and concerns: **Social commentary**: References to children's table manners, modern dancing ("If there wasn't any music they would be arrested"—implying the dances were undignified without musical cover), and courtship banter reflect contemporary anxieties about changing social behavior. **Physical humor**: Knock-kneed man, the heat-induced slow chase between dog and rabbit, and puns ("I've got that down Pat" paired with castor oil) exemplify the magazine's broad comedic style. **"We Clipped This" section**: Reprints quips attributed to published writers like Frank Adams (Cosmopolitan), a common practice for magazines. The final verse signals the issue's end. Overall, this represents typical early 1900s American humor magazines—lighthearted, topical, focused on manners, courtship, and contemporary social change viewed with bemused skepticism.
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63 Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang Naughty Nellie—Where does your lap go when you stand up? * * * Willie Zatso—It is considered bad manners for children to stick their elbows out when cutting their meat at dinner. You might make your father cut his mouth. * * * A knock-kneed man walked down the street. Said the right knee to the left knee, “If you let me get around this time I’ll let you get around next time.” * * * Warm Stuff I saw a dog chasing a jackrabbit down the hill and it was so hot the dog and rabbit were both walking. (Lie down, Fido, you’re all wet.) * * * We Clipped This “I’ve got that down Pat,” said Mrs. Flanigan, as she gave her son a dose of castor oil. * * * Bob—“You look sweet enough to eat.” Gert—“I do! Where shall we go?” * * * Frank Adams in a recent *Cosmopolitan* story describes the modern dance thusly: “If there wasn’t any music they would be arrested.” * * * My head is dizzy, My eyes are getting sore, That’s all for this issue, There ain’t any more.