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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #44 — page 61: Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, April 1923

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This is a humor column of mock advice responses to fake reader letters. The jokes rely on puns and double meanings: - **Bootleggers reference**: Alludes to Prohibition-era illegal alcohol sales - **"Collie-wobbles"**: Pun on "collywobbles" (stomach upset) applied to a collie dog - **"Peep sight" vs "open sight"**: Hunting rifle terminology, but "Teddies" jokes about teddy bears (vs. dangerous grizzlies) - **"Snowballs"**: Likely candy that melts in heat - **Passover/stocking**: Plays on Jewish holiday vs. Christmas tradition - **"Coxcomb"**: A flower, but sounds like "cock's comb," fitting a poultry dealers' ball The humor is mild, wholesome wordplay typical of 1920s-era magazine comedy—puns presented as sincere but absurd advice. No identifiable political figures appear; these are generic humorous responses to invented reader concerns.

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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang 61 Our Rural Mail Box Doris—No, “gentlemen’s mixed doubles” have nothing to do with what you thought. * * * Fred McKay—Not all bootleggers are millionaires. We know two in St. Paul who’ve been in business only a couple of weeks. * * * May B., Miami—It is impossible for me to say if you will put on v. eight at the sea or not. Wait and see. * * * Farmer—Can’t say why your sheep dog has gone lame. Perhaps it has the collie-wobbles. * * * Rosy Bronx—Sorry Santa Claus did not see your stocking. Maybe he was celebrating Pass-over. * * * Max I. Mum—You should try a peep sight on grizzlies and an open sight on Teddies. * * * I. C. U., Springdale—Yes, by all means, keep your Snowballs out of the sun. * * * Sal Iva, Boston—Why not wear a corsage of coxcomb to the Poultry Dealers’ Ball?