Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, March 1924 · page 64 of 71
Captain Billy's Whiz Bang #57 — page 64: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Whiz-Bang* contains three separate humor pieces: 1. **"Oh, You Married Women!"** — A brief joke playing on infidelity: a bachelor claims he wants to marry a woman specifically so he can experience being "loved by a married woman" (implying affairs). 2. **"Watson! The Insecticide!"** — A humorous poem imagining life as various insects, each chosen for opportunities to bite or annoy people (horseflies, mosquitoes, kissing bugs, hornets, and finally soap in a "fairy's bath"). The humor relies on crude double-entendres and puns about biting/bothering humans, typical of 1920s-era satirical magazines. 3. **Final joke** — A pun on "crop" and "thrashed," with "Gus" making a crude joke about chickens that's deliberately obscure. The overall tone is lowbrow, irreverent satire mocking romantic/sexual conventions and featuring animal-based innuendo—standard fare for *Whiz-Bang*, known for bawdy humor.
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Farmyard Fun and Filosophy 59 Oh, You Married Women! “Will you explain why you—a confirmed bachelor—are so anxious to marry me?” “It’s quite simple, my dear. It’s always been my great ambition to be loved by a married woman.” * * * Heard recently of a poet who wrote about the “window in his soul.” Wonder if he’s any relation to the guy who had a pane in his stomach? * * * Watson! The Insecticide! I’d hate to be a horsefly And with the horseflies buzz, For the pickings of a horsefly Ain’t what they used to was. I’d rather be a skeeter And go boring for a meal, For nothing can be sweeter Than a little bite of veal. I’d rather be a kissing bug Upon a “chicken’s” lip, With a chance to pass up any mug That might give me the pip. I’d like to be a hornet And hide out near a bush, And when a dame sat down, you bet, I’d back right up and push. Now, speaking of the things I’d like, Along life’s tedious path, I’d choose to be a cake of soap In a little fairy’s bath. * * * Gus says that a chicken’s crop is always harvested and some— times thrashed.