Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, May 1922 · page 10 of 68
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #33 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This is primarily **editorial/promotional content**, not a cartoon page. The humor is textual rather than visual. The main joke plays on **brand-name confusion**: when the Deacon asks a drug store clerk for competing publications ("Whizz, Skat, or Jack Rabbit"), she mistakenly thinks he's asking for soap brands and offers "Whiz Bang"—the magazine itself. This is self-promotional humor advertising the magazine's widespread recognition. The second section announces a new sister publication, *True Confessions*, and a $10,000 story contest. The final quote from "Brother F.M. Hubbell" of the *Robbinsdale Weekly Review* appears to be **satirical social commentary** on post-Prohibition America: with speakeasies closed ("no longer faces on the barroom floor") and curfew laws ending, respectable workers have abandoned legitimate jobs to become jazz musicians. It mocks the cultural shift toward entertainment and away from traditional employment during the 1920s.
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8 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang S O MANY publications have sprung into the field since Whiz Bang first made its bounce around the world that it is hard for Dea-con Miller and myself to keep track of them. The Deacon was in Minneapolis the other day and his Ford broke down in front of Chris. Corey's drug store. The Deacon wrestled un-der the Ford for a half hour until his hands got black with grease and he hied himself into the drug store to buy some "magic soap." "Have you any Whizz, Skat, or Jack Rab-bit?" he inquired. "No," replied the girl clerk, "But I have Whiz Bang." And while we're on the subject permit us to add that we have no connection whatever with any other publication save Capt. Billy's Whiz Bang and True Confessions, our new magazine soon to make its appearance on the news stands. True Confessions magazine will be approxi-mately double the size of our present little bundle of bull, and we are now offering ten thousand dollars in prizes for good stories. * * * Our esteemed contemporary, Brother F. M. Hubbell, editor of the Robbinsdale Weekly Re-view, arises to inform: "Now that there are no longer faces on the barroom floor and curfews don't ring tonight, the elocutionist has abandoned his job and may be found playing a sobbing saxaphone."