Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, March 1924 · page 46 of 71
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This page collects brief rural humor pieces typical of 1920s American satirical magazines. The content relies on period stereotypes: **"The Corn Was In the Colonel"**: A joke playing on a Kentucky Colonel's heavy drinking—the punchline suggests both the Colonel and mosquitoes are so drunk neither notices the other. **Crooked Fence anecdote**: Simple farmyard absurdist humor about a geometrically impossible fence. **"Crap Shootin' Blues"**: References gambling (craps), poverty, and family hardship in dialect, reflecting African American vernacular humor of the era. **"Warm Weather Stuff"**: A brief commentary on modern courtship—a "sheik" (1920s slang for a seductive man) stops his car under moonlight, but romance lacks excitement ("kick"). **Final joke**: A pun about ferries and fairy tales—pure wordplay. The page reflects early 20th-century rural Americana humor, using dialect humor and gentle satire about farming life, drinking culture, gambling, and modern dating customs.
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Farmyard Fun and Filosofy 41 The Corn Was In the Colonel A Kentucky Colonel was taking a siesta one afternoon when a friend came to see him. The friend asked Sambo, the Colonel's colored body-guard, how the Colonel could sleep with all the mosquitoes around. “Well, sah,” said Sambo, “it's dis way, sah. When the Cunnel fust goes to sleep, sah, he's too drunk to mind de mosqui-toes, sah, an' now de mosquitoes, sah, dey is too drunk to bite de Cunnel, sah.” * * * GUS SAYS THE FENCE ON DEACON CALLA-HAN'S FARM IS SO CROOKED THAT EVERY TIME A PIG CRAWLS THROUGH HE COMES OUT ON THE SAME SIDE. * * * “Crap Shootin' Blues” Come on, seben, come you 'leben; Little baby needs a pair of shoes And I cannot get 'em if I lose. Fever in the family; get a doctor quick, All the chillun dying; old folks gettin' sick. Fire in the mountain, snakes in the grass, I'll be sittin' pretty if I make this pass. Come Big Dick from Boston—that's the stuff— He's a cultured gent, boys, so don't treat him rough. * * * Warm Weather Stuff The sheik stopped his car. The moon looked down upon them. Oh, ROMANCE, where is thy kick? * * * “What's a fairy tale?” “That depends on which way the ferry's going.”