Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, August 1922 · page 61 of 67
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This page from a 1920s satirical magazine contains humorous anecdotes rather than cartoons. "Any Sap in a Storm" is a joke playing on male insecurity in romance: an engaged man self-deprecatingly tells his fiancée's young brother he's "not good enough for her," only to be hilariously deflated when the boy reports that the mother said to accept him because "you're the best she's gonna get"—inverting the compliment into an insult about limited options. The philosophical passage below mocks women's tendency to lose charm as they age but retain cattiness toward other women—social satire on female rivalry. "Sumore Damp Phoolishness" appears to be nonsense verse poking fun at malapropisms or broken English (a frog that "yumps," lacks a tail it "ain't got"). "Jack Gob's Toast" romanticizes sailors' transient love lives, while the final italicized passage uses butterfly/chrysalis metaphor to argue against moral reformation of women—dark social commentary on female nature.
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 59 Any Sap in a Storm An ardent lover was calling to see his Jenny to whom he had just become engaged. Jenny was not quite dressed when he called, so little Bobbie (Jennie's youngest brother), entertained him while Jennie finished her toilet. Her sweetheart was very much enthused over get- ting Jennie to accept his proposal, so he said: “Bobbie, I am going to marry Jennie. She has accepted me, and I am so happy. I'm not good enough for her.” Then Bobbie chimed back, “Yes, that's what Jennie said, but Ma said she'd better take you 'cause you're the best she's gonna get.” * * * A woman learns how to hate in proportionate ratio that she ceases to charm. She may lose a great deal of her personal vanity as the solving years prove to her that she no longer attracts, but she never loses her impersonal scorn for other women. * * * Sumore Damp Phoolishness What a little bird the frog it are. When it yumps— When it sits on its little tail Which it ain't got almost hardly. * * * Jack Gob's Toast To meet, to love, to part is the fate of a sailor's heart. * * * If we wish to have charming women we should not exter- pate vice. It is comparable to destroying the chrysalis and hoping to the beautiful butterfly.