Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, March 1924 · page 48 of 71
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #57 — page 48: what you’re looking at
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This page features a romantic poem by Anna Hamilton Wood published in *Whiz-Bang*, a satirical magazine. The header illustration shows a rustic smokehouse with figures around it—possibly depicting rural or working-class life, fitting the magazine's irreverent humor. The poem itself is a love declaration responding to accusations of inevitable romantic fatigue. The speaker argues she'll only grow weary of her beloved when cosmic forces fail—when God tires of creation, when celestial bodies lose their warmth, when eternity itself collapses. It's hyperbolic romantic sentiment, asserting eternal devotion through increasingly absurd cosmic scenarios. The "Smokehouse Poetry" header appears to be *Whiz-Bang's* humorous framing device, suggesting this earnest romantic verse represents unsophisticated or rural sentiment—the magazine's typical target for gentle mockery. The juxtaposition between the lowbrow aesthetic and the poem's grandiose metaphysical claims creates the satirical effect.
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SMOKEHOUSE POETRY Weariness By Anna Hamilton Wood Y OU say I shall grow weary of you, dear, Surfeited with love, tired of your smile, Cold to your touch, indifferent to your eyes— I, who have loved you such a little while! Yea, you are right. I shall grow weary, love, When God grows weary of the earth He made; When moons no longer woo the warmth of suns, And flowers wither in the light—afraid! When stars drop down indifferent to the sweet, Warm clasping of the velvet arms of night; When clouds shall mount to hide the sunset glow From eyes grown cruelly callous to the sight! When Infinite eternity shall break In soundless atoms on the shores of time, It can be naught but a self-weariness For all my heart shall lie submerged in thine! 43