Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, July 1922 · page 26 of 67
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This page from an early 20th-century humor magazine collects brief satirical jokes and light verse typical of the era. The "Hibrow Stuff" section parodies melodrama through wordplay—a villain wronged "Lucinda" but claims "slips don't count," a pun on the word's double meaning. "Saturday Evening Poetry" mocks banal domestic frustrations (no soap in the bathtub), a common complaint-based humor style. "Colgate's Special" plays on "strip poker" and the advertising brand. The conductor joke relies on the double meaning of "punch" (transit-punch tool vs. physical force). The "William/Will" entry is a crude sexual pun about coercion. The Elizabeth Lowder epitaph jokes about seidlitz powder (a digestive/laxative product) and "effervesce"—dark humor about bodily functions in death. The final item compares old public anxieties about "land grafts" (fraudulent real estate schemes) to contemporary interest in "gland grafts" (early transplant science), suggesting how quickly concerns date. Overall: lowbrow humor relying on puns, product placement, and mild social commentary.
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 25 Hibrow Stuff “Aha! Villain, I have thee now. What hast thou to say before I put thee to death—thou who wronged my sweet Lucinda, she a mere slip of a girl.” “Unhand me, fool! Dost not know that slips don’t count?” * * * Saturday Evening Poetry Ain’t it aggravating? Gosh, it gets your goat, When you’re sitting in the bathtub And haven’t any soap. * * * Colgate’s Special “I’ll see you!” cried the strip-poker fiend, as he slapped down four aces. * * * A trolley conductor lost his job, And I’ve got a hunch, The reason that they fired him Was because he lost his “punch.” * * * His name was William and every night he held her against her Will. * * * How Efferveshing and Refreshing Here lies the remains of Elizabeth Lowder, Who died from taking a seidlitz powder; She’s gone to her home of heavenly rest, And there we hope she’ll effervesce. * * * We used to holler our heads off years ago about the land grafts—now us old codgers are tickled to death about the gland grafts.