Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, June 1922 · page 5 of 68
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This is a humorous column titled "Drippings From the Fawcett" in *Captain Billy's Whiz Bang*, a satirical magazine. The piece mockingly describes American summer leisure activities and social trends of the era (appears to be 1920s, based on references to "flappers"). The satire targets: - **Summer vacationing clichés**: casual trips to lakes and resorts - **Prohibition era humor**: joking references to illegal stills, "bootleggers," and seeking alcohol ("snifter") during vacation - **"Flapper" culture**: young women's fashions and behaviors - **The KKK**: "King Kleagle" is a satirical jab at KKK leadership titles, suggesting even vacationers might encounter unsavory characters - **Mock advertisement**: "Uncle Billy's Breezy Point resort" appears to be self-promotional, humorously claiming legal compliance while winking at Prohibition violations The tone is cynical yet playful—mocking both middle-class leisure pursuits and the hypocrisy surrounding Prohibition enforcement. No specific political cartoon is visible; this is satirical prose commentary.
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 3 Drippings From the Fawcett ANOTHER summer is almost upon us with its near hopes and beers and more re-form dissertations on the girlies' bathing suits. The weeping willow buds are weeping. The lawn mower squeaks in borrowed glee. Only six more months in which to do your Christ-mas shopping. Folks will soon be rattling forth to the verdigris green of the laughing farmlands to pick skunk cabbages and to the wooded dells of Breezy Point Lodge and other lakeside resorts to accumulate the annual crop of freckles and flapper flirtations. Two weeks at the lake or in the country is a recreation. You walk yourself camel-toed looking for a snifter in a strange and seem-ingiy arid region only to discover that the bird in the next farm or cottage is King Kleagle or Bing Bunghole of the Bootleggers' Union and has a 350-gallon still within 50 yards of your left tonsil. Of course, this doesn't go for your Uncle Billy's Breezy Point resort. The law permits every cuckoo to feather himself with one pint every ten days so we would advise those who