Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, June 1922 · page 47 of 68
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This page contains two poems, not cartoons or satirical content. "Nay, Not Tonight" by Laurence Hope is a romantic, melancholic poem set in an exotic (likely Indian) setting, addressing themes of love, loneliness, and spiritual connection. The second piece, "Missing On All Six," is a brief, lighthearted poem about romantic absence that plays on the phrase "a miss is as good as a mile." There are no political caricatures, identifiable figures, or satirical commentary visible. The page appears to be literary content from *Captain Billy's Whiz Bang*, a humor magazine that mixed jokes, advertisements, and poetry. Without additional context about the magazine's satirical intent or visual elements, these read as straightforward romantic and sentimental verses typical of early 20th-century periodical literature rather than satire.
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 45 Nay, Not Tonight By Laurence Hope Nay, not to-night;—the slow, sad rain is falling Sorrowful tears, beneath a grieving sky, Far off a famished jackal, faintly calling, Renders the dusk more lonely with its cry. The mighty river rushes, sobbing, seawards, The shadows shelter faint mysterious fears, I turn mine eyes for consolation theewards, And find thy lashes tremulous with tears. If some new soul, asearch for incarnation, Should, through our kisses, enter Life again, It would inherit all our desolation, All the soft sorrow of the slanting rain. When thou desirest Love's supreme surrender, Come while the morning revels in the light, Bulbuls around us, passionately tender, Singing among the roses red and white. Thus, if it be my sweet and sacred duty, Subservient to the Gods' divine decree, To give the world again thy vivid beauty, I should transmit it with my joy in thee. I could not if I would, Beloved, deceive thee. Wouldst thou not feel at once a feigned caress? Yet, do not rise, I would not have thee leave me, My soul needs thine to share its loneliness. Let the dim starlight, when the low clouds sunder, Silver the perfect outline of thy face. Such faces had the saints; I only wonder That thine has sought my heart for resting-place. * * * Missing On All Six I've missed many a walk And many a talk I've missed you all the while And if missing the miss Is missing a kiss A miss is as good as a mile.