Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, July 1922 · page 15 of 67
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This page from an early 20th-century American humor magazine contains several short jokes targeting common domestic and social scenarios: **"We'll Bet On His Batting Average"**: Irish-American stereotype humor—a Catholic confession joke where an Irishman named Mike deflects the priest's question about how many times he kissed a woman by claiming he came to confess, not boast. **"The Tale of a Red Hair"**: Classic infidelity joke. A husband caught with another woman's hair on his coat invents an absurd excuse involving gunfire and powder flashes to explain it away. **"And the Green Grass Stains"**: A suggestive reference to outdoor romantic activity. **"A Sleep Producer"**: A dark joke naming "Chloroform" as a song, crediting real figures Will Hays and Fatty Arbuckle—possibly mocking their public personas or referencing scandals. The page reflects 1920s-era attitudes: ethnic humor, marital infidelity as comedy fodder, and cynical jokes about public figures.
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14 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang We'll Bet On His Batting Average An Irishman of the old school attended con-fessional. “Father, I want to confess to kissing a beau-tiful maiden,’ was the way Mike pleadingly commenced. “How many times did you commit this grave sin?” asked the reverend father. “Father, I came here to confess—not to brag.” * * * No well-authenticated he-virgin ever suc-ceeded in setting the world on fire. * * * The Tale of a Red Hair “John Brown,” screeched the angry wifie, “Where did you get this red hair on your coat?” “Why, er, er,” stammered the wayward hub-by. “It was like this—er—there was a cry—a flash of powder—in a wink I stood beside her—a shot rang out and I escaped by a hair—and—and that’s the hair.” * * * Our monthly song should be entitled “And the Green Grass Stains All Around.” * * * A Sleep Producer Have you heard the latest song? It’s called “Chloroform.” Words by Will Hays; music by Fatty Arbuckle. * * * Two wrongs often make a riot.