Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, August 1922 · page 16 of 67
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #36 — page 16: what you’re looking at
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This page from **Captain Billy's Whiz Bang** (a humor magazine) contains several brief satirical pieces: 1. **Opening serial narrative**: A comedic story fragment about hanging someone named "Algernon," interrupted by a battleship (USS Arostook) under "Skipper Douglas," offering absurdist humor typical of the magazine's style. 2. **Kissing advice**: Mock-serious commentary defining proper mouth width for kissing—satirizing relationship advice columns. 3. **Pun on appearance**: A play on words equating cups/mugs with faces, joking about an attractive woman as a "loving cup." 4. **Margot Asquith commentary**: The author discusses British socialite Margot Asquith's American tour memoir with amusement, quoting her description of St. Louis reception including photographers and the mayor—likely poking fun at celebrity worship and self-important memoir-writing. The page exemplifies Whiz Bang's irreverent, pun-heavy humor mixing absurdist fiction with satirical social commentary.
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14 Captain Billy's Whiz Bang Whiz Bang. At this juncture a Northwest Mounted policeman finds them and they are about to hang most of Algernon's neck to a palm olive tree when suddenly—Boom! Boom! Boom! It is the Battleship Arostook, Skipper Douglas in command. Boys, we are saved. The best thing about a summer book is that it is easy to close. * * * A MOUTH to be wide enough for comfort in a kiss should extend exactly from the point where the upper and lower lips meet on the side to a point where the upper and lower lips meet on the other side. * * * I F a cup is the same as a mug and a mug is the same as a face—I know a girl who has a very pretty loving cup. * * * W HILE on the subject of red flannelly romances, I have been reading with interest Margot Asquith's reminiscences of her American tour, just completed. A New York firm is syndicating it throughout the country. Margot's stuff gives me a quite a kick. Speaking of her visit to St. Louis she writes: “We were met at St. Louis Station by a vast crowd of photographers, reporters—male and female—and the mayor, a grand fellow, called