Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, April 1922 · page 29 of 67
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This page contains four brief humorous stories/jokes typical of 1920s American satirical magazines: **"Motorcycle Mike"** jokes darkly about a fatal collision—the punchline implies Mike was reckless (ignoring oncoming headlights), suggesting he "should have been dead long ago." **"At Havana Races"** features an Irish racing fan (indicated by "bejabers") confidently predicting a horse will win, then describing how it actually lost badly—a standard joke format mocking overconfident gamblers and false predictions. **"Pardon Me"** contains two brief prison jokes: one playing on a convict's politeness toward the governor, and another crude pun about the warden's daughter attracting male visitors (hanging around = loitering). **Wife's tongue joke** is a standard domestic humor bit mocking wives' talkativeness. The content reflects typical Whiz Bang fare: automotive mishaps, gambling folly, prison humor, and marriage jokes—all calculated for working-class male readers.
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 27 Motorcycle Mike Mike and Pat went motorcycle riding one evening. All of a sudden they had a collision. Two hours later Pat recovered consciousness in a hospital and learned that Mike had been killed. “He should have been dead long ago,” remarked Pat, wryly, “he saw two bright lights ahead of him and the dang fool said to me: ‘Watch me sneak through there.’ ” * * * At Havana Races The old sport stood on a grand stand chair, There was muck in his whiskers and coots in his hair, But his voice rang out in the afternoon air: “She’ll win in a walk, bejabers.” “She’s from blue blooded stock—can’t go slow, Out of Black Bess by Hungry Joe; Their money’s on her—those who know, For she’ll win in a walk, bejabers. “She got off behind—at the turn was third Worked up to second, then slipped like a bird Fell in a ditch, when hit by the switch, And she wasn’t in it, bejabers.” * * * Pardon Me— “I beg your pardon,” cried the convict as the governor passed his cell. * * * I wish I was the Warden’s daughter. How come? There’s always men hangin’ around. * * * “My wife’s tongue is so long she doesn’t have to use a towel to wash her face.”