Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, May 1922 · page 5 of 68
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #33 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is primarily an **editorial/administrative page** rather than a satirical cartoon page. It contains no visible illustrations or political satire. The content consists of: 1. **Editor's Note** from "Skipper Bill" (the magazine's editor) describing his recent return from Cuba, where he visited race tracks in Havana with associates Frank Bruen and Horace Stoneham. He updates readers on the farm's operations and seeks to reconnect with a former hired man named Gus now in Los Angeles, hoping readers might alert him that Minnesota's fishing season is opening. 2. **Preamble to Reader Letters**: The editor explains that the magazine receives hundreds of fan letters but lacks space to publish them, so he'll share sample correspondence from readers. This appears to be a housekeeping/community-building page typical of early 20th-century magazines, establishing direct connection with the rural readership and creating an intimate, folksy tone characteristic of *Whiz Bang's* editorial voice.
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 3 Drippings From the Fawcett Editor's Note: Greetings to Whiz Bang readers. Got back from Cuba a month ago but was treated so royally in Havana by Frank Bruen and Horace Stoneham of the Oriental race-track that it has taken time to recuperate. Well, Boys and Girls, we're on the job again. The old farm is still here and Pedro, Jr., is hale, hearty, healthy, fully-developed and rarin' to go. In fact, all we lack to make life really pleasant is Gus, our old hired man. He's in Los Angeles now and I hope some kind reader will look him up and tell him the fishing season opens soon in Minne- sota. Gus' letter, poem and address are given in this issue. Today I had to desert the old barnyard for a visit to the pressroom to "make-up" the May number. It's my first visit to the antiquated rotary press since we put the Winter Annual to sleep last fall. But I'll be on the job, I hope, for a couple more months. A Merry Christmas to all is the ardent wish of Skipper Bill. * * * GENTLE readers, if we could only find space in our little family journal, there is nothing we would like better than to publish some of the hundreds of letters of various brands which fall into our rural mail box whenever our Robbinsdale train takes a notion to drop off a sack of mail. However, we will give you a sample of one of them from New York which greeted me the other morn- ing—