Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, March 1924 · page 60 of 71
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #57 — page 60: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three separate humorous pieces typical of early-20th-century American satirical magazines: **"Kitty, Kitty, Kitty"** is a simple pun: the barber's reply "we do not" sounds like "we do not" but plays on the name "Katz" (cat). **The Rosebud anecdote** is farmyard humor about a cow straining itself jumping, with the joke being the absurd medical diagnosis that jumping strained her milk production. **"Scrambled Eggs"** is a nonsensical verse poem satirizing Christopher Columbus by depicting him as a Bolshevik (likely a topical jab at revolutionary politics), then descending into absurdist humor with impossible scenarios—fish with legs, the "cow that jumped the moon" (referencing the nursery rhyme). The incoherent geography and logic appear intentionally ridiculous. Overall, this represents low-brow, pun-based humor typical of this publication's "Farmyard Fun" section, mixing wordplay with deliberately absurd situations for comedic effect.
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Farmyard Fun and Filosophy 55 Kitty, Kitty, Kitty Mrs. Robert Katz was looking for her hus- band, and not finding him at the village grocery, she went over to the barber shop. The pro- prietor met her at the door and inquired what she wanted. “Bob Katz here?” she asked. “No, madam, we do not,” replied the barber as he closed the door. * * * Rosebud, our pet cow, tried to jump a six-rail fence the other day. Consequently, she required a cow doctor’s care. The doctor said she jumped so high she strained her milk. * * * Scrambled Eggs Now liste,,, Captain Billy, And I shall to you speak Of dear old Chris Columbus Who was a Bolshevik. Chris asked the Queen of Ireland To present him wi.h a ship; To sail on old Lake Michigan— 'Twas a God-forsaken trip. He landed in New Jersey, Way down near 'Frisco Bay 'Twas Christmas Eve in Robbinsdale, Just at the break of day. He walked into a pig-pen, To steal a dozen eggs But hurried out when two blg fish Bit off both of his legs. So Chris walked to the farmer's door As angry as a loon, The farmer gave him a drink of tea From the cow that jumped the moon.