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-The Project Gutenberg EBook of Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 3, No. 29,
-January, 1922, by Various
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-Title: Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 3, No. 29, January, 1922
- America's Magazine of Wit, Humor and Filosophy
-
-Author: Various
-
-Editor: W. H. Fawcett
-
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-Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang, Vol. III. No. 29, January, 1922
-
-
-
-
-_They’re Going Fast!_
-
-
-Whiz Bang’s greatest book—The Winter Annual Pedigreed Follies of
-1921-22—hot off the press. Orders are now being mailed. There will be no
-delay as long as the supply lasts. If your news stand’s quota is sold out—
-
-PIN A DOLLAR BILL
-
- Or your check, money order or stamps
- To the coupon on the back page.
-
-And receive our 256-page bound volume of jokes, jests, jingles, stories,
-pot pourri, mail bag and Smokehouse poetry. The best collection ever put
-in print.
-
-REMEMBER, FOLK
-
-Last year our Annual (which was only one-fourth as large as the 1921-22
-book) was sold out on the Pacific Coast within three or four days, and
-not a copy could be bought anywhere in the United States within ten days.
-
-So hurry up! First Come will be First Served!
-
-Pin your dollar bill to the coupon and mail to the Whiz Bang Farm;
-Robbinsdale, Minn.
-
-Don’t write for early back copies of our regular issues.
-
-We haven’t any left.
-
-
-
-
- _Captain Billy’s
- Whiz Bang_
-
- [Illustration]
-
- _America’s Magazine of
- Wit, Humor and
- Filosophy_
-
- JANUARY, 1922 Vol. III. No. 29
-
- Published Monthly
- W. H. Fawcett, Rural Route No. 2
- at Robbinsdale, Minnesota
-
- Entered as second-class matter May, 1, 1920, at the postoffice
- at Robbinsdale, Minnesota, under the Act of March 3, 1879.
-
- Price 25 cents $2.50 per year
- ONE DOLLAR FOR THE WINTER ANNUAL
-
- Contents of this magazine are copyrighted. Republication of any
- part permitted when properly credited to Capt. Billy’s Whiz
- Bang.
-
- “We have room for but one soul loyalty and that is loyalty to
- the American people.”—Theodore Roosevelt.
-
- Copyright 1922
- By W. H. Fawcett
-
- Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang employs no solicitors. Subscriptions
- may be received only at authorized news stands or by direct
- mail to Robbinsdale. We join in no clubbing offers, nor do we
- give premiums. Two-fifty a year in advance.
-
- Edited by a Spanish and World War Veteran and dedicated to the
- fighting forces of the United States
-
-
-
-
-_Drippings From the Fawcett_
-
-
-After an extended trip of two months, which led me throughout the North
-American continent, it was a rare treat to settle down again to routine
-duties on the Whiz Bang farm. The main street of our own little “Gopher
-Prairie” looked mighty good to a tired and worn out farmer. ’Twas indeed
-a pleasure to view the Howard lumber yard, with its red fence and shed,
-and to grasp the sturdy hand of our village postmaster and storekeeper,
-Bud Nasett. J. J. McCormick, who is depot agent and telegraph operator,
-not to mention baggage smasher for genial drummers, greeted me at the
-station.
-
-“How are you, Bill, you old son-of-a-gun?” or words to this effect, was
-the whole-hearted way that Mac welcomed back a wayward and prodigal
-pilgrim.
-
-Arm in arm we walked along Main Street to Gus Urban’s meat market to
-inquire as to the price of livestock. Mr. Urban, in his usual jovial
-embonpoint manner, informed us that cows brought five cents a pound, but
-that bull was priceless. I disagreed with Gus, insisting that my recent
-journeys in quest of the pedigreed animal had left me “flat broke.”
-
-Directly across the street, neatly encased in imitation granite blocks
-of concrete, is our only bank, the Security State of Robbinsdale—and it
-hasn’t gone “bump” for nigh onto four years. In the reorganization which
-followed the last crash, Joe Roche was selected as cashier and Joe has
-since successfully piloted this financial bulwark of our happy little
-village. Joe also manages the Robbinsdale baseball nine. After making a
-small “touch” at the bank it was home and the farm.
-
-My welcome back was so pleasant that the words of that rural gem—“The
-Little Old Home Town”—went Whiz-Zing through my jaded mind.
-
- There are fancier towns than our little town;
- There are towns that are bigger than this,
- And the people who live in a little old town
- Don’t know the excitement they miss;
- There are things that you see in the wealthier town
- That you can’t in a town that’s small,
- And yet, up and down, there is no other town
- Than your own little town after all.
- It may be true that the streets ain’t long,
- Nor wide and maybe not straight
- But the neighbors you know in your own little town,
- All welcome a fellow—it’s great.
- In the glittering streets of a glittering town,
- With its palace and pavement and thrall;
- In the midst of a throng you will frequently long
- For your own little town after all.
- If you live and you work in your own little town;
- In spite of the fact that it’s small,
- You’ll find it a fact that your own little town
- Is the best little town after all.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Bobby Nelson, our neighbor’s boy, is the worst kid in the world for
-betting, and the unusual feature of it is he usually wins. Bobby’s father
-took the matter up with the school marm to see if she couldn’t break him
-of the gambling habit, promising her a reward if successful.
-
-The other morning when Bobby came to school he wanted to bet teacher she
-had a wart on her right knee and the school marm, knowing better, and
-thinking she had an opportunity to win a bet from Bobby and by so doing,
-discourage his betting habit, accepted Bobby’s challenge. After school
-that evening teacher proved Bobby was wrong and won the two dollar bet.
-
-She then called on old man Nelson.
-
-“Mr. Nelson, I have broken Bobby of the betting habit. It was a little
-embarrassing, but this is how it was—Bobby bet me two dollars I had a
-wart on my right knee and in order to make him lose and cure him of the
-betting habit I accepted his challenge.”
-
-“Lady! Lady! Why did you do it? Bobby bet me this morning ten dollars
-that he would see your knee before the day was out.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-In naughty old New York you need cold cash to have a hot time.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The other day I went to an Irish wedding and the people who attended were
-very ill mannered. Why, I never saw such impolite people. We were all
-seated around the dinner table and when they brought the turkey in to
-serve, everybody made a grab for it, but the two legs I got tasted very
-good.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Out in Idaho it is reported that the natives are making booze in this
-manner—women chew corn and then “gob” it into a hollowed-out section of a
-tree trunk. Water is added and the mess allowed to ferment, after which
-it is imbibed to intoxication. Some drink, we would pause to remark!
-
- * * * * *
-
-A friend of mine told me the other night he slept in a wagon standing in
-an alley, and when he woke up in the morning he had nothing but a dime in
-his pocket. He was thirsty and he also needed a shave, so he decided to
-toss the coin to see whether he would get a shave or a drink. He tossed
-up the dime, and when it came down he missed it and it rolled near a
-sewer grating, coming to a standstill just half over the edge of the
-grating.
-
-“Gee,” he exclaimed, “that was a close shave. I guess I’ll get a drink.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-We asked Gus what he thought of Helen of Troy, but he said that he had
-stopped running around with those laundry girls.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Our Robbinsdale druggist insists that Minnesota Swedes are the most
-advanced settlers in this country.
-
-“Formerly we thought the Swedes were crazy for drinking pure alcohol,” he
-said, “But present day events prove them to have been about twenty years
-in advance of the rest of us.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-A stranger got off the train at our neighboring town of Coon Creek and
-went up to the town druggist and asked for whisky.
-
-“We’re only allowed to sell spirits for medicinal purposes,” said the
-druggist.
-
-“That’s what I want it for,” the stranger insisted, “this town gives me a
-pain.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Djever Get Fooled?
-
- _A gay young bird is the Flapper, too,_
- _If you aren’t very careful she will surely get you._
- _She is pretty and hungry, with a vampire’s thirst,_
- _Hot Dog! Near Beer! April First!_
-
- * * * * *
-
-On my way to the Pacific coast last month I traded a Whiz Bang to a kid
-at the depot in Fresno for a package of raisins which the boy was selling
-on the depot platform. On the way back I saw the same kid.
-
-“Say, kid, those raisins were punk.”
-
-“So was the book” he replied.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Now, Fellow Soaks, we’ll touch a few high spots in this grand and
-glorious continent as we ramble about with wry faces in pursuit of
-the elusive Scotch and Bubbon. San Diego and its fashionable suburb,
-Coronado, were tough spots for a thirsty Minnesota farmer. Nothing but a
-concoction commonly called “sympathy” gin to be had by a meek and lowly
-stranger. But, glory be to Mexico, Tiajuana with its old time western
-bar-rooms and music halls, is but an hour away.
-
-We spent one grand and glorious afternoon and evening in this unique
-village. It reminded me of slumming expeditions of a quarter century ago.
-Visions of Omaha’s famous Arcade at Capitol Avenue and Ninth Street, and
-of Duluth’s “Minnesota Point” in its palmy days, not to mention the cribs
-of Dupont Street in Frisco, went flitting through my frappe’d brain.
-
-In one solace of joy we sat at a table for Haig and Haig “service,” said
-service being delivered by jaded janes who divided their time between
-waiting on customers and jazz dancing to the tinny tunes of a tin pan
-orchestra. It was a wild place and a wild night. Later we dined at the
-Sunset Inn. The inn was flanked by rooms filled with scores of roulette
-wheels and faro tables. My sporting blood surged hither and thither but
-to no avail, for the Mexican government had placed a temporary ban on
-this style of gambling.
-
-Alcatraz Island, that silent citadel that illumines the skyline of
-Frisco’s bay like a bleak battleship, is the temporary home of about five
-hundred United States soldiers who have become ensnarled in the tough and
-tedious red tape of Uncle Sam’s court martial system. Prisons and morgues
-are two places I abhor, but it fell my lot to visit both in one night in
-San Francisco.
-
-It happened like this: While entertaining some new found Frisco friends
-in my room in the St. Francis Hotel, I was pleasantly surprised by the
-head director of the Jewish Welfare Board, Shea Swartz by name, who
-requested on behalf of the Board, that my pedigreed bunk be spread on the
-rocky soil of Alcatraz. The five hundred boys gathered in the barrack
-auditorium and gave the Whiz Bang a grand and glorious welcome. It was
-one of the bright lights of a very enjoyable tour of the coast.
-
-Later in the evening, accompanied by George Duffy and G. W. DeLano of the
-district attorney’s office, we inspected the famous San Francisco morgue.
-It was a gruesome visit, I’ll admit, but some of the curse was removed
-by the marvelous furniture and apparatus used in the handling of the
-unfortunate.
-
-From the morgue we glimpsed a view of the city jail, through the kind
-offices of Walter C. Schiller, who is bond and warrant clerk in the Hall
-of Justice.
-
-It was next to Chinatown where we were met by the sergeant in charge
-of the Chinatown vice squad. Two of his operatives conducted our party
-through a score or more of Chink gambling and hop joints that had
-recently been raided. We sincerely thank the squad, but regret not having
-seen one or two places that had not been raided.
-
-It is the hour of dusk that Chinatown pads to and fro noiselessly. In
-the little tangle of crooked streets, blue lozenges of lights, sitting
-gods and queer smells that babble of Oriental talk is incessant at this
-hour. Women parade in gaudy headdress and beads of jade. The men wear
-their gaudiest silken robes. There are dried-up men whose faces are old
-with the age of eastern lore, young women who walk with mincing steps and
-Oriental grace, cherry-cheeked babies tottering uncertainly.
-
-We passed up Honolulu until later in the year and made a transcontinental
-jump to New York to try and “Get Gertie’s Garter.” Don’t believe I’ll
-ever be contented “down on the farm” after all the wonderful people and
-wonderful sights of the past two months. But here goes for Lil’ Ol’ New
-Yawk, as seen through the eyes of a farmer.
-
-
-
-
-_Blistering Broadway_
-
-
-In the old days we used to hear startling tales of the decadence of the
-Paris theatre. It is no longer necessary to cross the pond to have one’s
-aesthetic (?) senses stirred. The New York stage will do it for you this
-season. Right behind the Broadway footlights you can see everything done
-in the name of Art from witnessing a young lady actually climb in a bed
-already occupied by a male to observing a squad of girls play strip poker
-until—
-
-But let us go back to the beginning. They say that it is a dull season in
-New York and that no one is spending money—at least for theatre tickets.
-Hence the frantic effort to whet the jaded appetites of the elusive
-theatre-goers.
-
-Let us list some of the more sprightly attractions. Bear in mind that
-some of them have excellent qualities. There is, for instance, Somerset
-Maugham’s “The Circle,” telling of an old couple who have broken all the
-conventions and of a younger couple about to follow in their footsteps.
-It is told with lively cleverness. No, indeed, the young people do not
-find a moral in the experiences of their elders. At the end they dash
-away to investigate the illicit love-in-a-cottage stuff themselves and
-Mr. Maugham points out that in life it doesn’t matter “what you do as
-much as what you are.” And also that “you can do anything in this world
-if you’re prepared to take the consequences and consequences depend on
-character.” All of which is excellent mental food for the 1921 flapper.
-
-Then there is Cosmo Hamilton’s “The Silver Fox,” a little epic of a
-philandering wife with a penchant for young men and abbreviated socks.
-Clever, too, but decadent.
-
-Also we might note “Ambush,” the opus of a young woman who likes
-pretty things and who is aided and abetted by her mother. Papa is a
-poor commuter who wakes up when daughter introduces a flip and married
-gentleman friend. When he protests, daughter slaps his face and snaps
-“Damn you!” Still, there is some excuse for “Ambush.” At least it is well
-written.
-
-Here we turn to the plain every day efforts to be insolently sensational
-at any price.
-
-“Getting Gertie’s Garter” (note the chaste title), was one of the
-earliest of the sexly stimulants. But garters have lost their vogue and,
-anyway, the short skirts have ruined their novelty. So the piece did not
-seriously upset New York.
-
-Then there’s “Lilies of the Field,” for instance, a demi-mondaine
-treatise anent certain lilies who “toil not neither do they spin,” or
-however it was that the Good Book let down the gold diggers of the old
-days. This is especially recommended for the eighteen-year-old flapper.
-
-With which we arrive at the real blush producers of the year. Consider
-“Bluebeard’s Eighth Wife.” Here a young woman, newly married, invites her
-old sweetheart to her boudoir at midnight, gets him squiffy and persuades
-him to undress and climb into bed. And undress he does, right down to his
-B. V. D.’s in front of the footlights, the appreciative heroine and the
-audience. Said heroine then clambers in—and friend husband appears. Yes,
-it’s all to teach hubby a lesson (one must make some concession to the
-police) and the B. V. D. person gets the air.
-
-Broadway had been busily getting out its shekels to see Bluebeard and the
-B. V. D. youth when along came Avery Hopwood’s “The Demi-Virgin.” Now,
-Mr. Hopwood’s demi-virgin is not the demi-vierge of the French, from whom
-the noun comes. Since this is a family paper, we will explain demi-vierge
-as a young and ambitious lady who is broadminded up to a certain point.
-Mr. Hopwood’s heroine, however, is a movie queen who deserts her husband,
-another movie idol, on their wedding night. Although the husband finally
-succeeds in capturing his demi-wife in her boudoir and thereupon starts
-out to—well—anyway the real incident of the piece is the aforementioned
-strip poker party, where a half dozen film fillies discard garment after
-garment in a game designed to be thrilling. It isn’t a mere strip poker
-party but a “strip cupid” affair, the first to arrive at the cupid state
-to be the winner—or loser. The game progresses until it is a mere matter
-of a card’s turn who is to be cupid when, of course, the thing is ended.
-
-This, then, is the state of the New York stage at this moment. Meanwhile,
-film fans see life on the screen through the eyes of little Rollo while,
-just around the corner, six young women are in the act of taking off
-their pink envelope thing-ums while an appreciative audience applauds.
-Not, of course, that we’re for censorship anywhere. But the New York
-stage producer seems to be able to get away with anything.
-
-It is making it awfully hard for the musical comedy producer. Years ago
-he reached a certain limit in bare revelations and now the drama comes
-along and wins away the tired business man. Of course, the musical
-comedy maker isn’t giving up without a fight. Now and then he has an
-inspiration, as when, in the new Greenwich Village Follies, he reveals a
-lady to personify Art dressed exclusively in three golden leaves, each
-placed with fine discernment and discretion.
-
-The next step on the New York stage will probably come when the musical
-comedy producer raises—or lowers—his limit. Despite our youth, we can
-recall—vividly—when he made the step from tights and stockings to bare
-legs, the only thing left is for him to ape the Parisian producer and
-have costumes stop their upward trend at the waist. We shall see, we
-shall see!
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Hibrow Column
-
-Speaking about high-brow poetry, we have from the Saturday Evening Post
-(page 26, October 15th), real classy lyrics on how to eat or drink
-something. The poem isn’t quite clear as to whether Mr. Bloodgood was
-eating a rotten apple or merely taking a shot of moonshine, but anyway,
-it’s high-brow stuff—
-
- _I love the loathsome!_
- _Delicious half-ripe rottenness._
- _I dream deliciously_
- _As it slips_
- _So soothfully_
- _Down my grateful_
- _Amorous throat._
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Pathfinder Pulls This
-
-The prisoner threw the magazines across his cell in disgust and swore
-eloquently. “Nothin’ but continued stories,” he raged, “an’ I’m to be
-hanged next Tuesday.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Reversed English
-
-Three southern gents of color were engaged in an argument.
-
-First Darkey—“My wife is some cook!”
-
-Second Darkey—“My wife is not much of a cook, but she is some wash-woman.”
-
-Third Darkey—“My wife is not much of a wash-woman and no cook, but she
-shuh can kiss!”
-
-First Darkey—“She can, she can!”
-
-Third Darkey—“Wat’s dat?”
-
-First Darkey—“Can she? Can she?”
-
- * * * * *
-
-“That helps a good deal,” remarked the poker player as he drew the fourth
-ace.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Watch ’em Run
-
-Sportsman (to friend at track meet)—“So you like to watch the runners,
-old man?”
-
-Sport—“Yes, I surely do. That plump girl over there has two in one
-stocking.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Stop That, Horace!
-
-“What’s all that growling I hear?”
-
-“Oh, that’s the ‘Hot Dog’ I just ate.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Courtroom Pot Pourri
-
-They just caught Roy Gardner!
-
-Where was he standing?
-
-On Hightower watching Fatty Arbuckle before he visited Richmond,
-Virginia.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Towser Likes His Morsel
-
-The man getting his hair cut noticed that the barber’s dog, which was
-lying on the floor beside the chair, had his eyes fixed on his master at
-work. “Nice dog that,” said the customer.
-
-“He is, sir.”
-
-“He seems very fond of watching you cut hair.”
-
-“It ain’t that, sir,” explained the barber. “You see, sometimes I make a
-mistake and snip off a little bit of a customer’s ear.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-A Tit-Bit
-
-It was washing day and John had been kept from school to look after
-the baby. Mother sent him into the garden to play, but it was not long
-before cries disturbed her. “John, what is the matter with baby now?” she
-inquired from her wash-tub.
-
-“I don’t know what to do with him, mother,” replied John. “He’s dug a
-hole and wants to bring it into the house.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Misplaced Vertebra
-
-Here’s a good story on a Minneapolis chiropractor. He started his
-treatment on the new patient by rubbing his back. Then he turned the
-patient over and applied the treatment in front. The patient stood the
-tickling as long as he could, then with a look of content in his eyes he
-sez, “Kiss me, Doc.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Charlie’s Delicate Habits
-
-A nice young man called on a nice young lady and spent the evening
-recently. When he arrived there was not a cloud in the sky, so he carried
-no umbrella and wore no goloshes nor mackintosh. At 10:00 o’clock when he
-arose to go, it was raining pitchforks and grindstones.
-
-“My, my, my!” said the nice young lady, “if you go out in this storm you
-will catch your death of cold.”
-
-“I’m afraid I might,” was the trembling answer.
-
-“Well, I’ll tell you what—stay all night; you can have Tom’s room, as he
-is visiting uncle and aunt up in the country. Yes, occupy Tom’s room.
-Excuse me a minute, and I’ll just run up and see if it’s in order.”
-
-The young lady fled gracefully upstairs to see if any tidying was
-necessary. In five minutes she came down to announce that the room was in
-readiness, but no Charles was in sight. In a very few minutes, however,
-he appeared, dripping wet and out of breath from running and with a
-bundle in a newspaper under his arm.
-
-The nice young lady greeted him with: “Why, Charles, where have you been?”
-
-“Been home after my night shirt,” was his reply, as he hung his hat up to
-drip.
-
- * * * * *
-
-That train smokes a lot.
-
-Yes, and choos, too.
-
-
-
-
-_Questions and Answers_
-
-
-=_Dear Capt. Billy_=—What is the Goozes Pimple Glide dance?—=_Washer
-Iggle_=.
-
-This is done in the following manner: While stepping on the ballroom
-floor with your partner keep time with the music by stroking her bare arm
-with the front and back (alternately) of your hand.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Capt. Billy_=—What is meant by “A man ahead of the time?”—=_V.
-Havan Oisteh._=
-
-The fellow who carries his watch in his hip pocket.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Capt. Billy_=—While crossing from Key West to Havana on one of the
-gin rickey boats I noticed a streak of oil on the water. Could you tell
-me what that was from?—=_S. Lopp Boal._=
-
-Oh, that’s where the road went across the ice last winter.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Captain_=—We are going to give a cleaning-shower for a
-bride-to-be. Can you suggest an appropriate gift?—=_Mid Riff._=
-
-A bath mitt.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Cap’n_=—I am giving a home-brew party to some jolly boys and
-girls. What is the proper hour to have the musicians play “Home Sweet
-Home?”—=_Roll Myowne._=
-
-Just before half pash stew.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Captain_=—I am alone a great deal at night and am afraid. Can you
-suggest some kind of protection?—=_Belle R. Peeling._=
-
-Take the bark of a dogwood tree and leave it outside your bedroom door.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Cap._=—Can you suggest some inexpensive amusement that I might
-indulge in when my husband is away?—=_Dottie._=
-
-Take a bath and then spend half an hour or so playfully trying to locate
-the soap.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Cap’n Billy_=—I have just purchased several new gowns and no one
-seems to notice them. What can I do?—=_Ophelia Bumpus._=
-
-Try standing on a street corner with a tin cup in your hand and wear a
-sign “I am dumb.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Cap. Billy_=—How can I cure my husband’s hiccups?—=_Ada Banana._=
-
-Don’t try. It is a mark of distinction.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Captain_=—When my husband takes me to a dance he prefers to jazz
-with all the girls except me. What can I do?—=_Gladys Swetz._=
-
-Make him wear shoulder braces.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Capt. Billy_=—In all your travels, where did you receive the most
-hospitality?—=_Al Hambra._=
-
-It was when in California. A gentleman called me into his room, handed me
-a goblet in one hand and a demijohn in the other and turned his back.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Capt. Billy_=—My dearest boy friend jilted me and now refuses to
-marry me. Please give me your best dope.—=_Sally Patica._=
-
-Dear Sally—Always hate him and bring your children up the same way.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dear Captain Billy_=—I am fondly in love with a young girl in our town,
-but also have strong sympathies for a dashing grass widow of thirty. My
-age, too, is thirty, and I would like your advice as to whom I should
-consider seriously.—=_Gloomy Gus._=
-
-Always deal with an old established firm, young man.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-A Story With Teeth In It
-
-Pat and Mike hesitated at the gate of the home they intended to rob,
-because of a barking dog.
-
-“Go head, Mike,” said Pat, “You know a barking dog never bites.”
-
-“Maybe so,” replied Mike, “you know that and I know it, but the dang dog
-doesn’t know it.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Dusky Diana’s Devotion
-
-Pounding on the door of the attractive mulatto girl, the soldier bid
-fair to rouse the entire neighborhood, till a head was thrust out of an
-upstairs window and a voice cautiously asked:
-
-“Hush up dar, yo’ soldier! What yo’ want?”
-
-“Wanta come in,” hiccupped the warrior, who had evidently left the shrine
-of Bacchus to worship at that of Venus.
-
-“H’m! Does yo’ b’long to de United States Marines?”
-
-“Nope; but wanta come in.”
-
-“Does yo’ b’long to de Third Massachusetts?”
-
-“Nope.”
-
-“To the Second Noo Hampshires?”
-
-“Nope.”
-
-“To the Fourf Noo York?”
-
-“Nope; but wanta come in, all the same.”
-
-“Well, yo’ can just go away fum dar, yo’ triflin soldier; I’se a very
-partickler woman, I is.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Oh, Mother, Lookit Daughter!
-
- S ... is for the shortness of their length,
- K ... is for the knees which we see,
- I ... is for inches, 20 above ground,
- R ... is for regions dear to me.
- T ... is for thin, transparent,
- S ... is for the shapes we see,
-
- Oh! may short skirts live on forever,
- In this sweet land of liberty.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Press Agent Stuff
-
-The selection of the Cast for “Why Change Your Beeveedees?” the snappy
-cinema spectacle which the management of the Snore-On Theatre has been
-persuaded to show commencing today, was a task calling forth all the
-brains of that superior author-scenarist-director-producer, Whatin
-L. Isit. The difficulty lay in getting a star acceptable alike to
-the garment workers, buttonhole makers, laundry operators and health
-authorities.
-
-M. T. Dome, who plays the leading male role in Wanta Daddy’s latest
-paramour picture, “The Questionable Residence,” adapted from Gimm E.
-Vice’s play by Seena Lott, is the newest addition to Hollywood’s film
-colony. Dome came all the way from New York to California just to play
-the part of Powerful Percy the Panderer’s Pal in the picture. He was last
-seen on the screen as Glorious Love’s leading man in “The Passionate
-Plumber.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Indignation Personified
-
-Brother Toole of the Kablegram writes: “I had all kinds of trouble at the
-Blank Hotel last night. It was the first time I ever stopped there. When
-I returned from the theatre, I found that the clerk had put two women in
-my room. I went downstairs and raised all kinds of trouble about it. I
-couldn’t do a thing with the manager at first—but finally he put one of
-the women out.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Guy Who Kin Sling It
-
-By Walter Wolf
-
- Some fellers er allus a spoutin’
- Bout the coin they used to make.
- Like the girl thets allus a shoutin,
- Bout the good pies she kin bake.
- Now the feller thets allus made the dough
- Should git credit fer Mary’s pies,
- But how do it come, I’d like t’ know—
- That this feller gits by with so many lies.
- The guy he meets Mary an he shoots his bazoo,
- Then suddenly ther married and I’ll leave it to you—
- If the guy who kin sling it aint the guy thet gits by—
- An allus gits the best uv the girls home-made pies.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-In Deah Old Hingland
-
-Rough-neck Western Yankee—Watcher principal trees here in England?
-
-English Cockney—Hoak, helm and hash.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Last Waltz
-
-They had met at a dance, he and she. He had wooed and won her while
-dancing to jazz harmony, that’s why they were all “jazzed” up now. She
-got to shaking her shoulders, so he “shook” her for good and got a
-divorce. Now they’re apart and do their dancing with different partners.
-She gets stepped on and he steps on others. Some day when “Home Sweet
-Home” is played they will wander home together again and call it “The
-Last Waltz.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-“My wife,” said the henpecked one, “is a woman of few words—but she uses
-them over and over again.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Whizzical Whams
-
-By Whursmuhwhiski.
-
-I stopped in a Music Store the other day, and while looking around, I saw
-a stack of sheet music called “Toyland Sketches.” The first one I noticed
-was called “The Arrival of the Teddy Bears.” Needless to say, I didn’t
-look any further.
-
- * * * * *
-
- Roses are red, violets are blue,
- My roll is dwindling, since I met you.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Would “When Mother Plays a Rag On the Sewing Machine,” necessarily be a
-sister song to “When Father Plays a Chord On the Wood-pile?”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Hymn 999
-
-Tenant (to janitor)—What was all that cursing and swearing going on
-Sunday morning?
-
-Janitor—Oh, that was Mrs. McFadden. She was going to church and she
-couldn’t find her prayer book.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Our Old Friend Sal
-
-How did Sal treat you?
-
-Sal who?
-
-Sal Hepatica.
-
-Oh, she worked me to a frazzle.
-
- * * * * *
-
-“Oh, Ralph, I haven’t a thing to wear.”
-
-“’S’all right. I’ve a Sedan.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-It Cannot Vas
-
-Ikey—Papa I’m in lof. Ain’t it a fine feelings?
-
-Papa—Dat’s nice, Ikey; who is de goil?
-
-Ikey—Ah papa, she’s a peaches and cream. She’s good looking, she’s a good
-housekeeper, her papa’s got lots of money and—
-
-Papa—Vat’s her name, Ikey?
-
-Ikey—Alma Rosenbloom, ain’t she a daisy?
-
-Papa—You mean de clothing man’s daughtair?
-
-Ikey—Dat’s de goil, papa. How do you like it?
-
-Papa—Ikey, I’m very sorry but it cannot vas.
-
-Ikey—It cannot vas, papa, for why?
-
-Papa—You see, Ikey, ven I vas a young man I was married before and Alma
-Rosenbloom iss your sistair.
-
-After a lapse of time Ikey comes in again, all smiles and joyfully greets
-his father with the announcement—
-
-Papa, I’m in lof again.
-
-Papa (anxiously)—Who iss de goil dis time?
-
-Ikey—Ah she’s a fine buxoms, she’s a good musician, she can cook, she’s
-good looking, her papa’s got lots of money, and—
-
-Papa—Ikey, tell your papa, who is de goil?
-
-Ikey—It’s Rosa Lipshuts.
-
-Papa—You mean de pawnbroker’s daughtair?
-
-Ikey—Dat’s de baby, ain’t she a fine catches?
-
-Papa (shaking his head in the negative)—Ikey, I’m very sorry but it
-cannot vas.
-
-Ikey—It cannot vas, papa, for why it cannot vas?
-
-Papa—You see, Ikey, ven I vas a young man I vas married twice and Rosa
-Lipshuts iss your sistair also.
-
-At this Ikey could no longer contain himself and gave vent to his
-feelings in an outburst of boo-hooing. To hide his disappointment he
-sought refuge in his room where his mother, attracted by his sobs, came
-to console him.
-
-Mama—Ikey, for vhy are you crying?
-
-Ikey—Oh, mama it’s too terrible, it’s too terrible.
-
-Mama—Tell your mama, Ikey, for vhy do you cry?
-
-Ikey did.
-
-Mama (patting her boy on the head)—Dat’s all right, Ikey. You go an marry
-de goil. She’s a good goil, she’s got lots of money, and—
-
-Ikey (between sobs)—But, mama, it cannot vas.
-
-Mama—Yes, it can vas, Ikey. You see ven a young goil I vas married before
-also and your papa is not your fathair.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Latest Movie Title
-
-_THE BATTLE OF GARTER RUN._
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Her Sprinkling System
-
-The architect was standing before one of his newly completed creations.
-Its mistress, plentifully sprinkled with diamonds at eleven in the
-morning, turned to him and said:
-
-“It’s grand, and I’ve just decided not to employ a landscape gardener. I
-know just what I want myself. Banked up right against the porch there I
-want a real thick border—now what is that name? You know; those bright
-red flowers that look so dressy—yes; now I have it—saliva.”
-
-The architect was staggered for a moment, but soon recovered and came
-back enthusiastically.
-
-“The very thing,” he agreed. “And right in front a nice row of
-spitunians.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Dark—Going to the dance tonight, Sam?
-
-Darker—Naw, I ain’t got any razor.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-William Tell O’Toole
-
-Clancy chuckled.
-
-“What’s the joke?” asked Mooney.
-
-“Sure,” replied Clancy, “Casey bet me ten dollars he could shoot a peanut
-off my head with a shot gun and oi took him up because oi knew he’d miss
-it.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-He wouldn’t supporter, so she stole his suspenders.
-
-
-
-
-_Hollywood Flirtations_
-
-
-Little Shannon Day, a Ziegfeld Folly girl, is out west playing in a Lasky
-picture. Monte Katterjohn, Lasky scenario writer has been seen with Miss
-Shannon very frequently during the past two years, both in New York and
-in Hollywood. He went so far as to take her to a formal Authors League
-Dinner last year and the speeches and the minutes of the meeting and the
-pleas for unpaid dues were such a tax on Shannon’s mind that she was
-caught dropping off to sleep many times before the tiresome evening was
-over. “I can’t see nothing to authors” quotes Shannon as she smoothes a
-new dress which Mamma Dolly of the famous Dolly Sisters team made for her
-just before she left New York.
-
- * * * * *
-
-While Geraldine Farrar stayed in Southern California last month,
-fulfilling her concert engagements she kept herself much secluded in
-her bungalow at the Hotel Maryland in Pasadena. Her parents were with
-her. Many of her former friends in the film colony attempted to see her
-in vain and it is surmised that Miss Farrar wished to keep to herself
-until the matter of her pending divorce from Lou Tellegen has either been
-granted or repatched.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The weekly calendar of a well known church in Los Angeles printed the
-following questions soon after the Arbuckle affair spread itself forth in
-the newspapers:
-
-“What would you do if you were in Mr. Arbuckle’s predicament?”
-
-“Is this a day of judgment for the movies?”
-
-“Was Miss Virginia Rappe of aristocratic blood?”
-
-“How much do we know of Henry Lehrman, the lover of Miss Rappe?”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Another wedding in the Pickford family is predicted. It is whispered that
-Lottie Pickford is soon to marry Alan Forrest, popular and handsome young
-leading man of the films. Lottie Pickford was formerly Mrs. Rupp, wife of
-a Los Angeles broker, whom she divorced about two years ago.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-She Had Mud On Her Shoes
-
-He (driving up to the curb)—Hello, little girl, wanta go for a ride?
-
-Sweet Thing—Nothing doing, I’m walking home from one now.
-
- * * * * *
-
-She—“I wish God had made me a boy.”
-
-He—“He did. I’m he.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Old Stuff
-
-A stranger, walking along the road, passed an old darkey. He began
-talking with him and found out that he had known George Washington.
-
-“I suppose you remember when Washington crossed the Delaware?” he asked.
-
-“’Deed, boss, I steered dat boat,” was the reply.
-
-“And do you remember when he took a hack at that cherry tree?”
-
-“’Deed I do,” the darkey replied, “’case I drove that hack myself.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Rastus Johnsing Says
-
-Ah’s so tough ah scratches de enamel off de tub when ah takes a bafth.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Sing It In High Tenor
-
- “Darling, put your arms around me,
- Oh, for heaven’s sake!
- Ain’t you awfully glad you found me?
- Oh, for heaven’s sake!
- Am I not your little beauty?
- Are you not my little cutie?
- Kiss me, kiss me, Sweet Patootie,
- Oh, for heaven’s sake!”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Thousands of lonely women are staring at faded photographs when they
-might be kissing the faces of children.
-
-
-
-
-_Whiz Bang Editorials_
-
-“_The Bull is Mightier Than the Bullet._”
-
-
-Jazz life seems to agree with Americans. We not only live faster than
-our great- grandparents, but, on the average, we also live eight years
-longer. So says the Census Bureau.
-
-Some day the centenarian will be the rule, not the exception. That will
-come as a result of health education, not from eating monkey glands.
-
-A popular song had this refrain: “He may be old, but he’s got young
-ideas.” That appealed to popular fancy because it caught the subconscious
-mind, which probably knew what the census now reports:
-
-That marriages of persons beyond fifty years of age are steadily
-increasing in numbers, already being frequent. Out of 100 American men
-and women, 80 are married before they reach 45, while 10 take the leap
-afterward and 10 remain single.
-
-Divorces among those who have passed 45 are also becoming more common.
-This, however, is not making us a cynical people, for the census finds
-that the majority of divorced people try marriage at least a second time,
-many making three or four ventures.
-
-Figures—which never lie, though liars often figure—show that the span of
-life is lengthening during the Jazz Age.
-
-The strain at times gets on our nerves. Frequently one of the contestants
-howls and goes to pieces. But, on the average, the real effects of the
-Jazz Age will not show up until our descendants of one hundred years or
-more hence.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-They Named the Soap After Him
-
- _In Dr. W. A. Evans’ column in the Minneapolis Journal, “A. G.
- M.” writes, under the heading of the Artistic Sex_:
-
- “I have a son, seventeen years old, who is and has been for
- ten years, obsessed with a strange desire. He wants and feels
- that he ought to be a girl. Ever since he was seven years old,
- and probably before, although I had never noticed it, he has
- thought of himself as a girl, acted like one, desired to be
- regarded as a girl, and has, whenever he could worn girls’
- clothing.
-
- “His mother and I had a terrific struggle to allow his hair to
- be cut like a boys’, when he was six or seven years old. He
- withstood us until he was nearly ten, when, for the sake of
- peace, he consented to have it bobbed. Up to that time he had
- worn it in a great mass of curls, away down over his shoulders,
- regardless of the ridicule of his playmates. He wore his hair
- bobbed until two years ago, when he finally had it cut after a
- fashion similar to other boys. This is just one incident, but
- it may serve to show you something of his frame of mind.
-
- “He attended a gymnasium class until he was fourteen, and he
- invariably wore bloomers and a bow of ribbon in his hair.
-
- “In fact, he is far more at home in girls’ clothing than he is
- in boys’, for he has always insisted on wearing dresses and
- gowns when in the house. His bedroom is a real girl’s boudoir,
- with dressing table, powder puff, etc. He has as few boys’
- clothes as he can get along with for going out. Playing with
- dolls was his favorite amusement until he was about thirteen.
- He is about five feet eleven and one-half inches tall, good
- looking and possessed of a remarkably good mind. He never has
- given any signs of mental deficiency, unless you term what I
- have above described as mental deficiency, or rather insanity.
- I would be grateful if you would tell me your opinion.”
-
- _(Dr. Evans’ answer): This is a case of third or intermediate
- sexism. You will find a fair amount of literature on the
- subject. Such subjects are not in any sense feeble-minded. In
- fact, many of them are exceptionally bright. As a rule the
- stage, music or painting offers the best fields for men and
- women of this group._
-
-Wonder what our friends of the theatre think of Dr. Evans’ advice?
-Probably they would feel the same way as the Army officials felt towards
-certain chiefs of police who paroled the bums and the crooks on condition
-they join the Army.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Blank Verse
-
- Never get too intimate
- With your friends,
- They may some day
- Be your enemies;
- Never be too hard
- On your enemies,
- They may some day
- Be your friends.
-
-
-
-
-_Smokehouse Poetry_
-
-
-_Dear folk: We have some dandy stuff in store for you. Among the masters
-who are writing for Whiz Bang the coming year are J. Eugene Chrisman,
-author of “Poppies, Hell,” with his “Chi Slim,” “Keyhole Stuff” and
-others; H. A. D’Arcy, author of “The Face Upon the Floor” with his
-“Trapper’s Story,” “Charlie Wong” and others; Frank B. Lindeman, the
-prospector-poet with his ode “To a Mountain Rat” and others; and last but
-not least, some almost forgotten masterpieces of James Whitcomb Riley,
-whose “Passing of the Old Smokehouse,” was one of the many hits of our
-Winter Annual, Pedigreed Follies of 1921-22._
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Blanket Stiff
-
-By Gifford and Whitney.
-
- The Western trail is a gittin’ dim;
- The Sage-brush seems unreal;
- My insides’re weak and gittin’ slim.
- Sure wished I had a meal.
-
- My feet are growin’ weary;
- My head is hangin’ low;
- My eyes are a lookin’ teary.
- Gawd! But it’s hard to go.
-
- There’s two thousand ties to a mile,
- And fifty more miles to go.
- I’ve counted those ties with a smile,
- Keeps time from a goin’ so slow.
-
- Now—they seem a mile apart.
- I can’t help feelin’ cold.
- Got an achin’ down around my heart
- I guess—I’m a gettin’—old.
-
- Know what the gangs a doin’ now,
- Way down in Elephant Slough.
- They’re sittin’ around a can o’ chow
- Helpin’ themselves tuh stew.
-
- I kid myself, I ain’t et fer a week,
- But I know it’s dang sight more.
- My throat is dry—my insides squeak—
- I’m hungry—clean to th’ core.
-
- I ain’t th’ kind that’ll stoop to yell,
- When bad luck comes my way.
- I’ve lived and sinned. I’m bound for Hell.
- But—guess—I’ll kneel and pray.
-
- The Bo got down on rough worn ties;
- Lifted his head in prayer,
- And knelt there pleading to the skies—
- A whistle sounded through the air.
-
- The Hobo heard and tried to rise,
- Saw the train comin’ fast.
- His muscles failed—and from the ties,
- He welcomed this—the last.
-
- It’s only a blanket—stiff ye hit,
- Sent another bum to Hell.
- Had I better report on it?
- I guess I might as well.
-
- No, Con, don’t make out no report.
- Let’s plant him by the steel.
- The Bum’s bound for an unknown port,
- And tracks will make it real.
-
- The Western trail is a gittin’ black.
- It’s time we moved along.
- They buried him beside the track—
- The hot western wind for the psalm.
-
- The Bo woke up in a nice white gown;
- Clean, just like he’d had a bath.
- Instead of the ties that held him down
- He followed a golden path.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Girl From Over “There”
-
-By Budd L. McKillips
-
- A pistol shot, a darting pain
- Like red-hot needles through her brain,
- And ere the smoke cleared from the room
- Another soul groped through the gloom.
-
- With fleeting glance the policemen came
- Looked through her purse, took down her name;
- Reporters never wondered why
- Or reasoned how she came to die.
-
- In silent morgue, somber and drab—
- With folded hands, on sheeted slab—
- No mourners crowded ’round her bier
- To say a prayer or shed a tear.
-
- Yet scarce a week before and she
- Had smiled and looked on life with glee
- Dreamed dreams of everlasting bliss
- And reveled in her lover’s kiss.
-
- His mistress? yes but oft he’d said
- He loved her madly, soon they’d wed;
- Love-blind she hung on every word
- While ugly rumors went unheard.
-
- Then came the day which like a thief
- Stole joy and filled her heart with grief;
- Cursed by the man she called her own,
- She woke to find her dreams had flown.
-
- Tired of his toy he now defamed
- And thrust her from him, unashamed,
- To find refuge among her kind;
- Then went to meet his latest find.
-
- Black as the night from pole to pole
- The world seemed to her aching soul;
- With heart bowed down and racked with pain
- She sent a bullet through her brain.
-
- In restaurant where bright lights shine
- A man laughs loud, made gay with wine
- He beams on one with youth abloom—
- The fairest creature in the room.
-
- The violins wail and cymbals clash,
- The dancers whirl and diamonds flash;
- His heart is light and free of care
- As tambos beat and trombones blare.
-
- Forgotten is the long ago,
- The whispered love-words, soft and low
- Each word a lie, each kiss a snare
- For her long since passed over “there.”
-
- Unnoticed by the merry crowd
- A figure enters clad in shroud,
- Her ghastly face a lurid glow—
- The dead girl’s face of long ago.
-
- The music stops, unseen she flits
- To where a laughing couple sits
- A choking shriek, a gasp for breath—
- A man lies still and stark in death.
-
- A hush falls o’er the crowded room
- There comes a breath as from a tomb—
- The eyes now set in glassy stare
- Had seen the face from over “there.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Ballad of Yukon Jake
-
-By Edward E. Paramore, Jr.
-
-_As originally published in Vanity Fair._
-
- Oh the North Countree is a hard countree
- That mothers a bloody brood;
- And its icy arms hold hidden charms
- For the greedy, the sinful and lewd.
- And strong men rust, from the gold and the lust
- That sears the Northland soul,
- But the wickedest born, from the Pole to the Horn,
- Is the Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal.
-
- Now Jacob Kaime was the Hermit’s name,
- In the days of his pious youth,
- Ere he cast a smirch on the Baptist church
- By betraying a girl named Ruth.
- But now men quake at “Yukon Jake,”
- The Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal,
- For that is the name that Jacob Kaime
- Is known by from Nome to the Pole.
- He was just a boy and the parson’s joy
-
- (Ere he fell for the gold and the muck),
- And had learned to pray, with the hogs and the hay
- On a farm near Keokuk.
- But a Service tale of illicit kale—
- And whiskey and women wild—
- Drained the morals clean as a soup-tureen
- From this poor but honest child.
- He longed for the bite of a Yukon night
- And the Northern Light’s weird flicker,
- Or a game of stud in the frozen mud,
- And the taste of raw red licker.
- He wanted to mush along in the slush,
- With a team of huskie hounds,
- And to fire his gat at a beaver hat
- And knock it out of bounds.
-
- So he left his home for the hell-town Nome,
- On Alaska’s ice-ribbed shores,
- And he learned to curse and to drink, and worse—
- Till the rum dripped from his pores,
- When the boys on a spree were drinking it free
- In a Malamute saloon
- And Dan Megrew and his dangerous crew
- Shot craps with the piebald coon;
- When the Kid on his stool banged away like a fool
- At a jag-time melody
- And the barkeep vowed, to the hardboiled crowd,
- That he’d cree-mate Sam McGee—
-
- Then Jacob Kaime, who had taken the name
- Of Yukon Jake, the Killer,
- Would rake the dive with his forty-five
- Till the atmosphere grew chiller.
- With a sharp command he’d make ’em stand
- And deliver their hard-earned dust,
- Then drink the bar dry, of rum and rye,
- As a Klondike bully must.
- Without coming to blows he would tweak the nose
- Of Dangerous Dan Megrew,
- And becoming bolder, throw over his shoulder
- The lady that’s known as Lou.
- Oh, tough as a steak was Yukon Jake—
- Hard-boiled as a picnic egg.
- He washed his shirt in the Klondike dirt,
- And drank his rum by the keg.
- In fear of their lives (or because of their wives)
- He was shunned by the best of his pals
- An outcast he, from the comraderie
- Of all but wild animals.
- So he bought him the whole of Shark Tooth Shoal,
- A reef in the Bering Sea,
- And he lived by himself on a sea lion’s shelf
- In lonely iniquity.
-
- But, miles away, in Keokuk, Ia.,
- Did a ruined maiden fight
- To remove the smirch from the Baptist Church
- By bringing the heathen Light.
- And the Elders declared that all would be squared
- If she carried the holy words
- From her Keokuk Home to the hell-town Nome
- To save those sinful birds.
- So, two weeks later, she took a freighter,
- For the gold-cursed land near the Pole,
- But Heaven ain’t made for a lass that’s betrayed—
- She was wrecked on Shark Tooth Shoal!
-
- All hands were tossed in the Sea, and lost—
- All but the maiden Ruth,
- Who swam to the edge of the sea lion’s ledge
- Where abode the love of her youth.
- He was hunting a seal for his evening meal
- (He handled a mean harpoon)
- When he saw at his feet, not something to eat,
- But a girl in a frozen swoon,
- Whom he dragged to his lair by her dripping hair,
- And he rubbed her knees with gin.
- To his great surprise, she opened her eyes
- And revealed—his Original Sin!
-
- His eight-months’ beard grew stiff and weird
- And it felt like a chestnut burr,
- And he swore by his gizzard—and the Arctic blizzard,
- That he’d do right by her.
- But the cold sweat froze on the end of her nose
- Till it gleamed like a Teckla pearl,
- While her bright hair fell, like a flame from hell,
- Down the back of the grateful girl.
- But a hopeless rake was Yukon Jake
- The Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal!
- And the dizzy maid he rebetrayed
- And wrecked her immortal soul!
- Then he rowed her ashore with a broken oar,
- And he sold her to Dan Megrew
- For a huskie dog and some hot egg-nog—
- As rascals are wont to do.
- Now ruthless Ruth is a maid uncouth
- With scarlet cheeks and lips,
- And she sings rough songs to the drunken throngs
- That come from the sealing ships.
- For a rouge-stained kiss from this infamous miss
- They will give a seal’s sleek fur,
- Or perhaps a sable, if they are able;
- It’s much the same to her.
-
- Oh, the North Countree is a rough countree,
- That mothers a bloody brood;
- And its icy arms hold hidden charms
- For the greedy, the sinful and lewd.
- And strong men rust, from the gold and the lust
- That sears the Northland soul,
- But the wickedest born from the Pole to the Horn
- Was the Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal!
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-God Bless the “Y.”
-
-A mud-spattered dough-boy slouched into the ‘Y’ hut where an
-entertainment was in progress and slumped into a front seat.
-
-Firm, kindly, and efficient, a Y. M. C. A. man approached him, saying:
-“Sorry, buddy, but the entire front section is reserved for officers.”
-
-Wearily the youth rose.
-
-“All right,” he drawled, “but the one I just got back from wasn’t.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-A Test For You
-
-_On our recent visit in Los Angeles we became contaminated with Ham
-Beall’s filosophy. (Note to the boys: This was written just before Ham
-went on the wagon.)_
-
- He is not drunk who from the floor,
- Can rise again and drink once more;
- But he is drunk who prostrate lies,
- And cannot either drink or rise.
-
-
-
-
-_The Flesh Pots of Egypt_
-
-BY REV. “GOLIGHTLY” MORRILL
-
-Pastor, People’s Church, Minneapolis, Minn.
-
-
-Allah be praised! Here I am in Alexandria, the city founded by Alexander
-the Great. Yet Alex. could never conquer this part of the world today—the
-smells would put him to rout. This polyglot port is in “Lower” Egypt,
-and its dives are among the lowest found anywhere. The Rue des Soeurs is
-a street where crooked people go straight to perdition. Gambling hells
-are overflowing. Sailors and soldiers from the four corners of the globe
-crowd the cafes, where guitars twang, pianos jangle, drunks bawl, booze
-flows, choruses cheer and women leer. Fleshy Fatimas, overpainted and
-underclothed prowl about the street seeking whom they may devour. From
-lighted windows come droning nasal songs—
-
- “Ya benat Iskendereeyeh,” etc.
-
- “O ye damsels of Alexandria!
- Your walk over the furniture is alluring:
- Ye wear the Kashmeer shawl with embroidered work,
- And your lips are sweet as sugar.”
-
-All aboard for Cairo, city of the Caliphs, and I felt like taking a board
-and spanking the exposed anatomy of the Arab youths who posed along the
-railroad tracks to shock and mock the passengers.
-
-Leaving the black sheep tourists at “Shepherds” Hotel, I visited the
-mosques which are as numerous in Cairo as mosquitoes in New Jersey. There
-may be a thousand; I visited five hundred, more or less. Sometimes I
-took off my slippers at the outer door, and at others I wore a kind of
-moccasin over my tourist shoes and shuffled and slid over the old floors,
-wondering how in the name of everything sacred I could profane anything
-with a good “sole” like mine. In my fling about the city I visited the
-Whirling Dervishes who whirled and dervished for me to my heart’s content
-with a poetry of motion a Sitka Indian could never attain. My head
-grows dizzy and my stomach faint when I think of them and their musical
-accompaniment of tambourines and flutes which were a cross between an
-ungreased saw and the breathing of an overdriven horse. I left before
-these human tops stopped spinning, and I carried away the memory of their
-tomato-can hats, bell-shaped robes, half-closed eyes, drooping heads and
-extended arms. I still see the uplifted right palm catching a blessing
-from Allah, the left hand turned down to bestow it.
-
-Cairo’s amusements are varied: you may attend the opera house and listen
-to Italian music or see a French farce; take a turn at the hippodrome
-and have a circus; or stop at an open air play on the Esbekeeyah; or, if
-religiously inclined, take in the convent with its dancing dervishes and
-barbarous music; watch snake-charmers, glass-eaters, sword-swallowers,
-long-haired fakirs, chibook-smokers and munchers of scorpions; sip cafe
-noir (that looks and tastes like sweetened Nile mud) in a little shop
-where the waiters and loungers are as thick as the drink; or see Arabs
-gamble with dice and cards, much as they do in America; go to a kind
-of vaudeville, where a stringed band of lady-performers try to beguile
-travelers, with American airs and Persian dances, into buying drinks
-for them at the rate of one or two dollars a bottle, and poor stuff
-at that; or meander through the Fish Market at midnight where streets
-are filled with citizens and sight-seers, sidewalks with roystering
-soldiers, bazaars with shrewd traders, dens with drunken natives, and
-miles of houses with women outcasts from all quarters of the globe,
-leering, lurking and lustful, caged like wild beasts behind iron-barred
-gratings which are necessary to keep them from murderous assault on the
-morals, money and lives of the passersby. I was held up in an alleyway
-by a beautiful Ghawazee girl who said, with outstretched hand, “Me
-backsheesh to give God.” She would need a bank-roll to get full pardon
-for her multitudinous mistakes. The resorts where naked women invite you
-to see the “Danse du Ventre,” a Terpsichorean exercise not noted for
-its modesty, and the mahsheshehs, or hang-outs where hasheesh smokers
-stimulate themselves into idiotic talk and laughter and stupefy their
-brains into a narcotic nepenthe of poverty, hunger and dirt, may seem
-quite unethical to the Occidental tenderfoot, but they are Christian
-places of entertainment compared with those infamous joints in the Fish
-Market where men, dressed up like women, carry on. These bordels had
-their prototype of old in the Egyptian temples of Isis.
-
-I entered a Cafe Chantant where, before an entranced audience, two
-daughters of the desert, with incandescent kohl-stained eyes and
-sin-stained souls, were going through the sinuous undulations of the
-“hooche-cooche.” They moved their necks to and fro like cobras before a
-snake-charmer, and the motion of hip, breast and abdomen thrilled the
-spectators. These Egyptian dancers show a laxity of muscles and morals,
-and dance in a way that makes it unnecessary to attend a gymnasium. The
-dishes served were delicate, but the songs were indelicate, to say the
-least. There was a very pathetic one which I translate:
-
- “O damsel! thy silk shirt is worn out, and thine arms have become
- visible,
- And I fear for thee, on account of the blackness of thine eyes.
- I desire to intoxicate myself, and kiss thy cheeks,
- And do deeds that ’Antar did not.”
-
-The Oriental orchestra was made up of a darabooka drum, made of a
-wooden cylinder over which is stretched a parchment; the tar, a sort
-of tambourine; the kemengeh, a viol of two strings with a cocoanut
-sounding-body; the kanoon, a stringed instrument held on the knees and
-played with the fingers; the ’ood, a guitar with seven double strings;
-and the nay, a reed flute blown at the end. The music produced is most
-unspeakably unspiritual and nasally noisome. It outranks the obligato
-serenade of a love-sick tom-cat. The melody is old as the Libyan hills.
-Is this what Mark Antony heard when he fell for Cleopatra? If so, what a
-fall there was, my countrymen!
-
-Here I bade adieu to the country which has all that was, is and ever
-will be. Good-bye, Egypt! Land of faro-banks and Pharaoh mummies—of
-backsheesh, bad smells, sphinx and blase globe-trotters! Paradise of palm
-trees, pyramids and postcard-venders! Desert domain of donkeys, dirt and
-dervishes—of tombs, temples, turbaned thieves and veiled vampires! Home
-of camel, crocodile, can-can and Cleopatra! Farewell, till we meet again!
-
- * * * * *
-
-Even cultivated girls sometimes grow wild.
-
-
-
-
-_Pasture Pot Pourri_
-
-
-Motto For Married Men
-
-Be sure you are right and then keep still about it.
-
- * * * * *
-
-_I don’t like girls that bob their hair, use rouge or powder, wear short
-skirts or roll their socks._
-
-_I haven’t got a girl, either._
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Knock-kneed Blues
-
- There’s only one thing I can’t understan’,
- How a bowlegged woman loves a knockkneed man.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Little Cowlet O’ Mine
-
- _I have a little calf,_
- _(The kind that eats the hay)_
- _It gets its ate_
- _La tete a tete_
- _Through the milky way._
-
- * * * * *
-
-Every right-minded woman is cheered by the thought of having pretty
-undies on—even if nobody sees them.
-
- * * * * *
-
-_In the battle-scarred words of the cave-man: “I want my wine weak and
-my women strong.”_
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Height of Economy
-
-To eat your meals in front of a looking glass and think you are having
-twice as much.
-
- * * * * *
-
-_If a corset cover covers a corset, what does a corset cover?_
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Harness Shop Ad
-
-_“Our buckles won’t hurt you.”_
-
- * * * * *
-
-Our Robbinsdale bootlegger refused to sell me absinthe because he said it
-is against the law.
-
- * * * * *
-
-_Hello, there, old fellow, where’d you get the new hat?_
-
-_Oh, my wife didn’t expect me home until twelve last night and I got in
-a little earlier._
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Bow and Arrow Bull
-
- QUIVERS ran up and down her spine,
- When his STRING of bull he’d throw;
- For she was an ARROW minded kid
- And he was her loving BOW.
-
- * * * * *
-
-In the immortal telegram of Ikey Goldstein: “Twins arrived; mine died.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Hall Caine’s description of women:
-
-“Women are like sheep’s broth. If there’s a head and a heart in them
-they’re good, and if there isn’t you might as well be supping hot water.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-I’m So Weak I Nearly Faint
-
-Says the pail to the milk, “You look awfully pale.”
-
-Says the milk to the pail, “If you’d gone through what I have, you’d be
-pale, too!”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Our idea of nothing is a bung hole without a barrel.
-
- * * * * *
-
- Mamma’s in heaven,
- Papa’s in jail,
- Sister’s on Broadway,
- Earning papa’s bail.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Paddy’s New Boots
-
-These shoes are too tight. Be jabbers, oi’ll have to wear them a couple
-of times before oi can get thim on.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Let us now sing the old familiar ballad, “When a goat is right behind you
-it’s no time to lace your shoe.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Another Clean Joke
-
-_A handkerchief and a sock, by chance met in a tub at the laundry._
-
-_“How did you get in here?” asked the sock._
-
-_“Oh, I was blown in,” replied the handkerchief._
-
-_“I was scent,” said the sock._
-
- * * * * *
-
-“I’ve got to hand it to you,” quavered the citizen as he passed over his
-pocketbook to the hold-up man.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Discovery of America
-
-Columbus was walking down the main street of Spain one day when he saw
-Queen Elizabeth riding along in her new Henry super four.
-
-He called to her, saying, “Howd’y Bella.” She said, “Hello, Colum, hop
-in.” They were on pretty intimate terms, at the time, and there was quite
-a bit of scandal going around concerning them.
-
-After a little Columbus said, “Say, Bella, I believe if I had a couple
-of schooners I could sail over and discover America.” She answered, “All
-right, Colum.”
-
-Soon after, Columbus sailed away and sailed for years and years. One day
-one of his men hurried below and in an excited voice said, “Columbus, I
-see land.”
-
-On landing, they found the Indians all lined up and down the shore
-waiting for them. Columbus stepped ahead and said, “Hello, is this the
-United States?” “Yes,” said the chief, “we got your cablegram and have
-been waiting here to be discovered.” Whereupon Columbus erected a post
-and put up a brass tablet giving date of discovery, etc.
-
-After that, he moved to Ohio, and anyone passing can see Columbus in Ohio.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Recruit, Boys!
-
-She—Did you get a commission in the army?
-
-Private—No, I just got a straight salary.
-
-
-
-
-_Movie Hot Stuff_
-
-
-Clara Smith Hamon, now Mrs. John Gorman, is no longer in possession
-of her $2,500 automobile. The car was recently attached for payments
-overdue. Her picture “Fate” was given its final death blow as a money
-producer when the Arbuckle affair roused the censorship broil anew.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Because his old friend Claire Windsor met Charlie Chaplin at the depot
-in Los Angeles on his recent return from Europe, the newspapers hinted
-a new romance. However, Whiz Bang’s astute investigators did not go to
-the depot, but upon taking a chance peek into Charlie’s drawing room,
-discovered among a very few close friends, little May Collins and her
-mama.
-
-Evidently the little Collins-Chaplin romance is still on. Pretty foxie,
-Charlie!
-
- * * * * *
-
-Married men out west are having an awful time. You know the cleverest
-hold-up men and crooks in the U. S. A. beat it for California every fall
-to keep abreast to the tourist wealth which goes west as well. These
-desperadoes often take an auto of an evening, drive into the suburban
-towns or near the lonely stretches of Pacific beach, and hold up loving
-couples who are spooning in autos along the roadside. Now, you see if you
-happen to be married and are out with the pretty steno or an extra girl,
-and you are held up, relieved of diamonds, watches and money, you can’t
-very well report it to the police, can you? Reporters have an annoying
-way of getting news from police chiefs and, regardless of your rage
-against thugs and hold-up men, you surmise it would be better to swallow
-your loss.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Domestic note—Alice Brady, who in private life is Mrs. Thomas Crane,
-has retired from stage and screen, it is said, in anticipation of an
-interesting family event.
-
- * * * * *
-
-From “location” to a “one night stand” in the county jail was the recent
-plight of Texas Guinan, film beauty and former musical comedy favorite.
-Approximately fifteen hours the movie star basked in the bastile, and all
-on account of an unpaid old grocery bill.
-
-The turnkeys are glad she is out. They are willing she reign on Broadways
-if she will keep herself out of prison row. The tank heroes shaved
-themselves as never before, donned Sunday neckties and bartered keepsakes
-for standing room back of the great steel doorway where they might
-perchance catch a glimpse of Texas. However, they were disappointed, for
-Texas was temperamental and made no appearance in the downstairs “prison
-drawing room.” Nosegays and noes arrived, but Texas announced from her
-“dressing room” that she never “received” before noon. According to
-rumors, Mrs. Peete and Madalynne Obenchain displayed real professional
-jealousy.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Lost
-
-By James Whitcomb Riley.
-
- ’Twas a summer ago, when he left me here,
- A summer of smiles with never a tear,
- Till I said to him, with a sob: my dear,
- Good-by, my lover, good-by!
-
- For I love him, oh! as the stars love night!
- And my cheeks for him flushed red and white
- When first he called me his heart’s delight.
- Good-by, my lover, good-by!
-
- The touch of his hand was a thing divine,
- As he sat with me in the soft moonshine,
- And drank of love as men drink wine.
- Good-by, my lover, good-by!
-
- And never a night as I knelt in prayer,
- In a gown as white as our own souls wear,
- But in fancy he came and kissed me there:
- Good-by, my lover, good-by!
-
- But now, God! what an empty place
- My whole heart is! Of the old embrace
- And the kiss I loved there lives no trace:
- Good-by, my lover, good-by!
-
- He sailed not over the stormy sea,
- And he went not down in the waves—not he;
- But, oh! he is lost, for he married me:
- Good-by, my lover, good-by!
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-How to Get the Dough
-
-The oil field filosopher reports the following:
-
-My father got rich selling tickets at the moving picture show. When a man
-came up to buy a ticket he would throw down a two dollar bill or a five.
-Father would blow his breath in his face and say, “How many?” The man
-would say, “Oh, never mind, keep the change.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Just because you’re a ham, you needn’t think you’re Swift. That’s all the
-jokes I know, but there Armour.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Wet Times Ahead
-
-Steamer Captain—Save yourself! The vessel is going down. Here, sir (to
-indifferent passenger), what are you passing that hat for in a situation
-like this?
-
-Passenger—I’m just providing a sinking fund for our widows and orphans,
-captain.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-He’d Tested Her
-
-“I’ve got the fastest typist in the city.”
-
-“Well, that’s the only complaint I have against mine.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Some marriages make one wonder why a man should want to keep a cow when
-free milk is running down the gutter. A ladle costs less than a cradle.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Tramp’s Plea
-
-“Good mornin’ this evenin’, how do you do tomorrow?”
-
-“Got any good drinking water?”
-
-“Would you mind giving a poor man a drink of liquor?”
-
-“I’m so hungry, I ain’t got nowhere to stay all night?”
-
- * * * * *
-
-“Dat may all be,” reckons Raspin’ Rastus, when told that the Good Book
-says the lion and lamb lie down together, “But ah cain’t fin’ no place
-where it says dat lamb eber got up.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Let This Be Your Philosophy of Life
-
-“Act as if the destiny of the universe depended on your acts.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-My girl is so pretty that whenever she boards a street car, the
-advertising is a total loss.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Our History Lesson
-
-During the Middle Ages rich men condemned to death would hire substitutes
-to die in their places. Many poor people made a living in such manner.
-
- * * * * *
-
-_Say, dear, how’d you like to open my pay envelope?_
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Puff Me Up, Kid
-
- She’s the kippiest kid,
- Hair of gold, baby eyes
- And a wonderful figure.
- Oh boy, how she can love.
- Many times a day
- I caress her cheek,
- Her mouth her nose.
- She jealously guards me.
- I live where wise men
- Fear to peep.
- I’m some guy, I am,
- Yea brother,
- I’m some powder puff.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Hard Boiled Muggsy
-
-A mission worker on the lower East Side, New York, was telling the story
-of Adam and Eve to a group of tough kids. When he was through, one boy
-asked Hard-boiled Muggsy what it was all about.
-
-“I’ll tell yer,” said Muggsy, “there was a guy and a ‘broad’ in a garden.
-They ‘snitched’ an apple; a snake ‘peached’ on ’em, and God said tuhel
-with ’em.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Smackum Smackaday
-
- Someday—I’m going to take—
- Somebody—
- Somewhere—where there isn’t anybody—and—
- Somehow—I’m going to give her a sweet kiss—
- Something—she wants—and then—
- Sometime—later—she’ll find—
- Someway—to get me away—some—
- Summer—day—to get—
- Somemore—of the same thing.
-
-
-
-
-_Classified Ads_
-
-
-A Serious Accident
-
-(From Zanesville Times-Recorder)
-
-Miss Mayite Collins has sued John L. Nelson at Columbus for $5,000.00
-damages as the result of an accident on the bathing-beach toboggan at
-Buckeye Lake last July. Miss Collins says she picked up a splinter while
-sliding down the toboggan, severely wounding her dignity.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-A Soft Job
-
-(From Omaha Bee)
-
-More ladies wanted for decorating pillows at home. Experience
-unnecessary.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Our Agony Column
-
-(From the London Post)
-
-T. B. (Maiden Lane)—Very many thanks—and more power to your elbow. Best
-wishes to Madame and “her wicked sister.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Suppose He Comes Home?
-
-(From the Nashville Tennessean.)
-
-Account husband traveling and being uneasy at nights will rent one or
-two rooms to congenial gentlemen at moderate rate in modern brick home;
-easy walking distance. Apply in person, 1506 McGavock.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-The Corset Revue
-
-(From the Jersey Journal.)
-
-WANTED—Stout model and perfect medium figure for corset promenade for
-three evenings. Apply at once, 162 Monticello Ave.
-
- * * * * *
-
-A fool friend can wield a hammer as effectively as a bitter enemy.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Everybody’s Winner
-
-An old colored mammy whose husband had just successfully sued for divorce
-came slowly down the court-house steps, talking to herself: “Dar ain’t
-no justice in dis heah wo’ld. Dat useless ol’ husband of mine he got his
-divorce, he got de house, got de money, got mah free chil’en and dey
-ain’t none of ’em his’n.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Blank Verse
-
- I held her in my arms.
- “Do you believe
- In free love?”
- I asked.
- “No!” she replied
- Indignantly,
- “But ... umm
- Kiss me again!”
-
- I like
- The way fellows
- Speak of
- MY woman
- MY girl....
- Such is
- The conceit
- Of man!
-
- * * * * *
-
-Perhaps Luther was right when he said that God is a piece of white paper
-upon which every man draws a picture of his own face.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Atchew!
-
-Lotta—“What gave George that awful cold?”
-
-Bull—“I don’t know, but I saw him out on the lawn with a mighty thin girl
-last night.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-If She Squeaks, Oil Her
-
-(From Our Navy)
-
-“The rifle is the marine’s best friend,” he said. “He must never neglect
-it. He must treat it as he treats his wife and wipe it over with an oily
-rag twice a day.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Shall We Forgive Her?
-
-A dainty little blonde miss of twenty-two stepped into a phone booth. She
-drew forth from a small trunk (called a vanity case) a nickel. She placed
-the nickel in the slot with the softest, white and well kept hands that
-anyone has seen. She took up the receiver and with a soft sweet voice of
-a great singer spoke the number to the operator. She waited and waited
-and waited and waited, first on one foot and then on the other. She had
-waited an awful long time. All of a sudden she banged the receiver down
-and hissed between her lovely, pearly teeth, a well sounded “Damn it.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-The fellow who asks a girl for a kiss doesn’t stand half a chance with
-the live wire who kisses a girl first and then asks her how she likes it.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Liberal Wife
-
-Wife (to attractive husband)—“Have you kissed the new cook yet, William?”
-
-Husband—“Why—er—no.”
-
-Wife—“Well, stupid, what are you waiting for? You know what a hard time
-we had to get her.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-People who live in rag houses shouldn’t throw bones.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Honesty, the Cheap Policy
-
-Hear John West got two years for stealing a horse?
-
-Yes, serves him right. Why didn’t he buy it and not pay?
-
- * * * * *
-
-Preacher—Don’t you know it’s wrong to put worms on that hook and insert
-it in a fish?
-
-Johnnie—These aren’t worms, but that’s what the other suckers thought.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The strength of a kiss is generally measured by its length.—Byron.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-All Some Have to Tell
-
-“Why is it,” asks the exchange man of The Arkansas Gazette, “that a man
-rarely grows too old or too religious to get a thrill out of telling what
-a devil he was in his youth?”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Man proposes, woman supposes, marriage composes and divorce exposes.
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-That Waltz
-
-BY THE GEORGIA CRACKER
-
-As the music began, the lights grew soft and dim. I watched the couples
-as they passed like phantoms in the darkness.
-
-Then I saw her, dancing with some wretched novice who could scarcely keep
-on his feet. How lovely and how wretched she looked.
-
-“Kathleen!” I exclaimed, half aloud, and advanced.
-
-“May I break?” I asked, and took her into my arms.
-
-Her dancing—how can I describe it? She moved like some sprite—sure-footed
-languorous, as light as a summer cloud.
-
-Drawing her to me, I suited my steps to the slow, yearning melody of
-the waltz. As we glided in the semi-darkness, oblivious of the passing
-couples she pressed her glowing cheek to mine and breathed quickly.
-
-“Oh”—
-
-“Sweetheart, why cannot I hold you like this forever? I feel that you are
-a part of my very soul!”
-
-“Hold me—oh, hold me tight!”
-
-“I have lived always for this moment. Dearest, you are the only girl in
-the whole world—you _are_ the whole world”—
-
-And there, our eyes closed in ecstasy, I kissed her.
-
-“I love you! The universe was made for the rapture of this moment. The
-stars have shone in vain for ages that they might light your eyes now!
-All time has been but a prelude to this second! Say you love me! Just say
-it!”
-
-“Oh, Jimmy, you know I do!”
-
-“Why, Kathleen, this isn’t Jimmy!” I cried.
-
-“And this isn’t Kathleen,” replied the stranger.
-
-
-
-
-_Our Rural Mail Box_
-
-
-=_Jack Tar_=—Tell her that it was a balloon.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Ima Frade_=—If you are gun-shy, go with a soldier, then you’ll soon get
-used to having arms around you.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Fumey Gait_=—A bully game of cards would be Pedro.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Gracie_=—The mere fact that the tears run down the back of a cross-eyed
-person does not indicate they have bacteria.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Dora Knobs_=—A cigarette and a bottle of beer are sure to make a
-delightful breakfast for a lady of careless morals after a night of
-arduous cavorting.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Tooth Ache Kid_=—When suffering from a violent toothache in the hollow
-of a tooth, fill the cavity with whisky and hold there thirty seconds
-with your head cocked to one side. Swallow whisky and refill cavity.
-Repeat this treatment a few hundred times and if it doesn’t give relief,
-try wood alcohol instead.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Brother Eagle_=—When suffering from exhaustion, the patient should be
-put in a cool shady wine room. A Scotch and soda in a tall thin glass
-with plenty of ice may be given at intervals, and should a tickling ensue
-give patient pink sporting page and turn on phonograph. Continue this
-treatment until patient kicks phonograph into the alley. This is what is
-known as the negative test and is proof of patient’s recovery.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Ab. Doman_=—Yes, married men make the best husbands.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Kauph E. Keuler_=—If you can’t drink coffee out of a saucer without
-scalding your nose, use a bowl.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_Herr Nett_=—When you make a present to a woman, always leave the cost
-tag on it; it will save her a trip downtown.
-
- * * * * *
-
-=_All Readers_=—I would like to know whether a zebra is a white animal
-with black stripes or a black animal with white stripes.—=_Captain
-Billy._=
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-Pee-Ess
-
-_Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow your bootlegger may get caught._
-
-
-
-
-Whiz Bang City, Oklahoma
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang is the first magazine to have a “city” named
-after it.
-
-The thriving little oil town of Oklahoma has been christened Whiz Bang
-City. The picture shown on this page is by courtesy of Vince Dillon,
-photographer of Fairfax, Okla. Upon close examination, “kind readers”
-note that all of the buildings are new and that a truck standing in
-front of the garage bears the sign Nitroglycerine. However, there is no
-connection between nitroglycerine and the Whiz Bang. It is true that we
-have an explosion, but ours is harmless, and used to blow out the spleen
-of the American human instead of Mother Earth.
-
-Well, anyway, folk, here’s wishing many happy days to Whiz Bang City and
-its live citizens.
-
-
-
-
-_Our Winter Annual_
-
-
-In addition to republication of gems of earlier issues of Captain Billy’s
-Whiz Bang, the first complete Winter Annual of this great family journal
-contains a large variety of brand new jokes, jests, jingles, pot pourri
-stories and smokehouse poetry. This book, Pedigreed Follies of 1921-22,
-contains four times as much reading matter as the regular issue of the
-Whiz Bang and sells for one dollar per copy. It is a book which will
-be cherished by the readers for years to come, and holds the greatest
-collection of red-blooded poetry yet put in print. Included in the list
-are:
-
- Johnnie and Frankie, The Face on the Barroom Floor, The
- Shooting of Dan McGrew, The Harpy, Lasca (in full), The Girl
- in the Blue Velvet Band, Langdon Smith’s “Evolution,” Advice
- to Men, Advice to Women, Our Own Fairy Queen, Stunning Percy
- LaDue, Parody on Kipling’s Ladies, Toledo Slim.
-
-Orders are now being received and will be mailed in the order in which
-they are received. Tear off the attached blank and mail to us today with
-your check, money order or stamps.
-
- Whiz Bang,
- Robbinsdale, Minnesota
-
- Gentlemen:
-
- Enclosed is dollar bill, check, money order or stamps for $1.00
- for which please send me the Winter Annual of Captain Billy’s
- Whiz Bang, “Pedigreed Follies of 1921-22.”
-
- Name..............................................
-
- Address...........................................
-
-
-
-
-_Everywhere!_
-
-
-_Whiz Bang_ is on sale at all leading hotels, news stands, 25 cents
-single copies; on trains 30 cents, or may be ordered direct from the
-publisher at 25 cents single copies; two-fifty a year.
-
-One dollar for the WINTER ANNUAL.
-
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-<h1>Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang, Vol. III. No. 29, January, 1922</h1>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
-<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="430" height="600" alt="Cover image" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<div class="bbox w40 all-purple">
-
-<h2 class="u"><i>They’re Going Fast!</i></h2>
-
-<p>Whiz Bang’s greatest book—The Winter Annual
-Pedigreed Follies of 1921-22—hot off the
-press. Orders are now being mailed. There will
-be no delay as long as the supply lasts. If your
-news stand’s quota is sold out—</p>
-
-<p class="center larger bold">PIN A DOLLAR BILL</p>
-
-<p class="center">Or your check, money order or stamps<br />
-To the coupon on the back page.</p>
-
-<p>And receive our 256-page bound volume of
-jokes, jests, jingles, stories, pot pourri, mail bag
-and Smokehouse poetry. The best collection ever
-put in print.</p>
-
-<p class="center larger bold">REMEMBER, FOLK</p>
-
-<p>Last year our Annual (which was only one-fourth
-as large as the 1921-22 book) was sold out
-on the Pacific Coast within three or four days,
-and not a copy could be bought anywhere in the
-United States within ten days.</p>
-
-<p>So hurry up! First Come will be First Served!</p>
-
-<p>Pin your dollar bill to the coupon and mail to
-the Whiz Bang Farm; Robbinsdale, Minn.</p>
-
-<p class="center smaller bold">Don’t write for early back copies of our regular issues.</p>
-
-<p class="center smaller bold">We haven’t any left.</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
-<img src="images/titlepage.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Title page image" />
-
-<p class="caption"><i>Captain Billy’s<br />
-Whiz Bang</i></p>
-
-<p class="caption"><i>America’s Magazine of<br />
-Wit, Humor and<br />
-Filosophy</i></p>
-
-<p class="caption">JANUARY, 1922 <span class="spacer">Vol. III. No. 29</span></p>
-
-<p class="caption">Published Monthly<br />
-W. H. Fawcett, Rural Route No. 2<br />
-at Robbinsdale, Minnesota</p>
-
-<p class="caption">Entered as second-class matter May, 1, 1920, at the postoffice at
-Robbinsdale, Minnesota, under the
-Act of March 3, 1879.</p>
-
-<p class="caption">Price 25 cents <span class="spacer">$2.50 per year</span><br />
-ONE DOLLAR FOR THE WINTER ANNUAL</p>
-
-<p class="caption">Contents of this magazine are copyrighted. Republication of any part
-permitted when properly credited to Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang.</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p>
-
-<p class="center">“We have room for but one soul loyalty and that is
-loyalty to the American people.”—Theodore Roosevelt.</p>
-
-<p class="center">Copyright 1922<br />
-By W. H. Fawcett</p>
-
-<div class="box">
-
-<p>Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang employs no solicitors.
-Subscriptions may be received only at authorized news
-stands or by direct mail to Robbinsdale. We join in no
-clubbing offers, nor do we give premiums. Two-fifty a
-year in advance.</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">Edited by a Spanish and World War Veteran and
-dedicated to the fighting forces of the United States</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Drippings From the Fawcett</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">After an extended trip of two months,
-which led me throughout the North
-American continent, it was a rare treat
-to settle down again to routine duties on the
-Whiz Bang farm. The main street of our own
-little “Gopher Prairie” looked mighty good to
-a tired and worn out farmer. ’Twas indeed a
-pleasure to view the Howard lumber yard, with
-its red fence and shed, and to grasp the sturdy
-hand of our village postmaster and storekeeper,
-Bud Nasett. J. J. McCormick, who is depot
-agent and telegraph operator, not to mention
-baggage smasher for genial drummers, greeted
-me at the station.</p>
-
-<p>“How are you, Bill, you old son-of-a-gun?”
-or words to this effect, was the whole-hearted
-way that Mac welcomed back a wayward and
-prodigal pilgrim.</p>
-
-<p>Arm in arm we walked along Main Street
-to Gus Urban’s meat market to inquire as to
-the price of livestock. Mr. Urban, in his usual
-jovial embonpoint manner, informed us that
-cows brought five cents a pound, but that bull
-was priceless. I disagreed with Gus, insisting
-that my recent journeys in quest of the pedigreed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
-animal had left me “flat broke.”</p>
-
-<p>Directly across the street, neatly encased in
-imitation granite blocks of concrete, is our only
-bank, the Security State of Robbinsdale—and it
-hasn’t gone “bump” for nigh onto four years.
-In the reorganization which followed the last
-crash, Joe Roche was selected as cashier and
-Joe has since successfully piloted this financial
-bulwark of our happy little village. Joe also
-manages the Robbinsdale baseball nine. After
-making a small “touch” at the bank it was home
-and the farm.</p>
-
-<p>My welcome back was so pleasant that the
-words of that rural gem—“The Little Old Home
-Town”—went Whiz-Zing through my jaded
-mind.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">There are fancier towns than our little town;</div>
-<div class="verse">There are towns that are bigger than this,</div>
-<div class="verse">And the people who live in a little old town</div>
-<div class="verse">Don’t know the excitement they miss;</div>
-<div class="verse">There are things that you see in the wealthier town</div>
-<div class="verse">That you can’t in a town that’s small,</div>
-<div class="verse">And yet, up and down, there is no other town</div>
-<div class="verse">Than your own little town after all.</div>
-<div class="verse">It may be true that the streets ain’t long,</div>
-<div class="verse">Nor wide and maybe not straight</div>
-<div class="verse">But the neighbors you know in your own little town,</div>
-<div class="verse">All welcome a fellow—it’s great.</div>
-<div class="verse">In the glittering streets of a glittering town,</div>
-<div class="verse">With its palace and pavement and thrall;</div>
-<div class="verse">In the midst of a throng you will frequently long</div>
-<div class="verse">For your own little town after all.</div>
-<div class="verse">If you live and you work in your own little town;</div>
-<div class="verse">In spite of the fact that it’s small,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>
-<div class="verse">You’ll find it a fact that your own little town</div>
-<div class="verse">Is the best little town after all.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Bobby Nelson, our neighbor’s boy, is
-the worst kid in the world for betting,
-and the unusual feature of it is he
-usually wins. Bobby’s father took the matter
-up with the school marm to see if she couldn’t
-break him of the gambling habit, promising
-her a reward if successful.</p>
-
-<p>The other morning when Bobby came to
-school he wanted to bet teacher she had a wart
-on her right knee and the school marm, knowing
-better, and thinking she had an opportunity
-to win a bet from Bobby and by so doing, discourage
-his betting habit, accepted Bobby’s
-challenge. After school that evening teacher
-proved Bobby was wrong and won the two
-dollar bet.</p>
-
-<p>She then called on old man Nelson.</p>
-
-<p>“Mr. Nelson, I have broken Bobby of the
-betting habit. It was a little embarrassing,
-but this is how it was—Bobby bet me two dollars
-I had a wart on my right knee and in
-order to make him lose and cure him of the
-betting habit I accepted his challenge.”</p>
-
-<p>“Lady! Lady! Why did you do it? Bobby
-bet me this morning ten dollars that he would
-see your knee before the day was out.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="smaller">In naughty old New York you need cold cash to have
-a hot time.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">The other day I went to an Irish wedding
-and the people who attended were very
-ill mannered. Why, I never saw such
-impolite people. We were all seated around
-the dinner table and when they brought the
-turkey in to serve, everybody made a grab for
-it, but the two legs I got tasted very good.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Out in Idaho it is reported that the natives
-are making booze in this manner—women
-chew corn and then “gob” it into a
-hollowed-out section of a tree trunk. Water is
-added and the mess allowed to ferment, after
-which it is imbibed to intoxication. Some drink,
-we would pause to remark!</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">A friend of mine told me the other night
-he slept in a wagon standing in an alley,
-and when he woke up in the morning he
-had nothing but a dime in his pocket. He was
-thirsty and he also needed a shave, so he
-decided to toss the coin to see whether he would
-get a shave or a drink. He tossed up the dime,
-and when it came down he missed it and it
-rolled near a sewer grating, coming to a
-standstill just half over the edge of the grating.</p>
-
-<p>“Gee,” he exclaimed, “that was a close shave.
-I guess I’ll get a drink.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>We asked Gus what he thought of Helen of
-Troy, but he said that he had stopped running
-around with those laundry girls.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Our Robbinsdale druggist insists that Minnesota
-Swedes are the most advanced settlers
-in this country.</p>
-
-<p>“Formerly we thought the Swedes were
-crazy for drinking pure alcohol,” he said, “But
-present day events prove them to have been
-about twenty years in advance of the rest of
-us.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">A stranger got off the train at our
-neighboring town of Coon Creek and
-went up to the town druggist and asked
-for whisky.</p>
-
-<p>“We’re only allowed to sell spirits for
-medicinal purposes,” said the druggist.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what I want it for,” the stranger
-insisted, “this town gives me a pain.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Djever Get Fooled?</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><i>A gay young bird is the Flapper, too,</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>If you aren’t very careful she will surely get you.</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>She is pretty and hungry, with a vampire’s thirst,</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>Hot Dog! Near Beer! April First!</i></div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">On my way to the Pacific coast last month
-I traded a Whiz Bang to a kid at the
-depot in Fresno for a package of raisins
-which the boy was selling on the depot platform.
-On the way back I saw the same kid.</p>
-
-<p>“Say, kid, those raisins were punk.”</p>
-
-<p>“So was the book” he replied.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Now, Fellow Soaks, we’ll touch a few high
-spots in this grand and glorious continent
-as we ramble about with wry faces in
-pursuit of the elusive Scotch and Bubbon. San
-Diego and its fashionable suburb, Coronado,
-were tough spots for a thirsty Minnesota
-farmer. Nothing but a concoction commonly
-called “sympathy” gin to be had by a meek and
-lowly stranger. But, glory be to Mexico, Tiajuana
-with its old time western bar-rooms and
-music halls, is but an hour away.</p>
-
-<p>We spent one grand and glorious afternoon
-and evening in this unique village. It reminded
-me of slumming expeditions of a quarter century
-ago. Visions of Omaha’s famous Arcade
-at Capitol Avenue and Ninth Street, and of
-Duluth’s “Minnesota Point” in its palmy days,
-not to mention the cribs of Dupont Street in
-Frisco, went flitting through my frappe’d brain.</p>
-
-<p>In one solace of joy we sat at a table for
-Haig and Haig “service,” said service being delivered
-by jaded janes who divided their time
-between waiting on customers and jazz dancing
-to the tinny tunes of a tin pan orchestra.
-It was a wild place and a wild night. Later we
-dined at the Sunset Inn. The inn was flanked
-by rooms filled with scores of roulette wheels
-and faro tables. My sporting blood surged
-hither and thither but to no avail, for the
-Mexican government had placed a temporary
-ban on this style of gambling.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Alcatraz Island, that silent citadel that
-illumines the skyline of Frisco’s bay like a
-bleak battleship, is the temporary home of
-about five hundred United States soldiers who
-have become ensnarled in the tough and tedious
-red tape of Uncle Sam’s court martial system.
-Prisons and morgues are two places I abhor,
-but it fell my lot to visit both in one night in
-San Francisco.</p>
-
-<p>It happened like this: While entertaining
-some new found Frisco friends in my room in
-the St. Francis Hotel, I was pleasantly surprised
-by the head director of the Jewish Welfare
-Board, Shea Swartz by name, who
-requested on behalf of the Board, that my pedigreed
-bunk be spread on the rocky soil of
-Alcatraz. The five hundred boys gathered in
-the barrack auditorium and gave the Whiz
-Bang a grand and glorious welcome. It was
-one of the bright lights of a very enjoyable
-tour of the coast.</p>
-
-<p>Later in the evening, accompanied by George
-Duffy and G. W. DeLano of the district attorney’s
-office, we inspected the famous San
-Francisco morgue. It was a gruesome visit,
-I’ll admit, but some of the curse was removed
-by the marvelous furniture and apparatus used
-in the handling of the unfortunate.</p>
-
-<p>From the morgue we glimpsed a view of the
-city jail, through the kind offices of Walter C.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
-Schiller, who is bond and warrant clerk in the
-Hall of Justice.</p>
-
-<p>It was next to Chinatown where we were
-met by the sergeant in charge of the Chinatown
-vice squad. Two of his operatives conducted
-our party through a score or more of
-Chink gambling and hop joints that had
-recently been raided. We sincerely thank the
-squad, but regret not having seen one or two
-places that had not been raided.</p>
-
-<p>It is the hour of dusk that Chinatown pads
-to and fro noiselessly. In the little tangle of
-crooked streets, blue lozenges of lights, sitting
-gods and queer smells that babble of Oriental
-talk is incessant at this hour. Women parade
-in gaudy headdress and beads of jade. The
-men wear their gaudiest silken robes. There
-are dried-up men whose faces are old with the
-age of eastern lore, young women who walk
-with mincing steps and Oriental grace, cherry-cheeked
-babies tottering uncertainly.</p>
-
-<p>We passed up Honolulu until later in the
-year and made a transcontinental jump to New
-York to try and “Get Gertie’s Garter.” Don’t
-believe I’ll ever be contented “down on the
-farm” after all the wonderful people and wonderful
-sights of the past two months. But here
-goes for Lil’ Ol’ New Yawk, as seen through
-the eyes of a farmer.</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Blistering Broadway</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">In the old days we used to hear startling
-tales of the decadence of the Paris
-theatre. It is no longer necessary to cross
-the pond to have one’s aesthetic (?) senses
-stirred. The New York stage will do it for you
-this season. Right behind the Broadway footlights
-you can see everything done in the name
-of Art from witnessing a young lady actually
-climb in a bed already occupied by a male to
-observing a squad of girls play strip poker
-until—</p>
-
-<p>But let us go back to the beginning. They
-say that it is a dull season in New York and
-that no one is spending money—at least for
-theatre tickets. Hence the frantic effort to
-whet the jaded appetites of the elusive theatre-goers.</p>
-
-<p>Let us list some of the more sprightly attractions.
-Bear in mind that some of them
-have excellent qualities. There is, for instance,
-Somerset Maugham’s “The Circle,” telling of
-an old couple who have broken all the conventions
-and of a younger couple about to follow
-in their footsteps. It is told with lively cleverness.
-No, indeed, the young people do not find<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
-a moral in the experiences of their elders. At
-the end they dash away to investigate the
-illicit love-in-a-cottage stuff themselves and
-Mr. Maugham points out that in life it doesn’t
-matter “what you do as much as what you are.”
-And also that “you can do anything in this
-world if you’re prepared to take the consequences
-and consequences depend on character.”
-All of which is excellent mental food for the
-1921 flapper.</p>
-
-<p>Then there is Cosmo Hamilton’s “The Silver
-Fox,” a little epic of a philandering wife with
-a penchant for young men and abbreviated
-socks. Clever, too, but decadent.</p>
-
-<p>Also we might note “Ambush,” the opus of
-a young woman who likes pretty things and
-who is aided and abetted by her mother. Papa
-is a poor commuter who wakes up when
-daughter introduces a flip and married gentleman
-friend. When he protests, daughter slaps
-his face and snaps “Damn you!” Still, there
-is some excuse for “Ambush.” At least it is
-well written.</p>
-
-<p>Here we turn to the plain every day efforts
-to be insolently sensational at any price.</p>
-
-<p>“Getting Gertie’s Garter” (note the chaste
-title), was one of the earliest of the sexly
-stimulants. But garters have lost their vogue
-and, anyway, the short skirts have ruined their
-novelty. So the piece did not seriously upset
-New York.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Then there’s “Lilies of the Field,” for instance,
-a demi-mondaine treatise anent certain
-lilies who “toil not neither do they spin,” or
-however it was that the Good Book let down
-the gold diggers of the old days. This is especially
-recommended for the eighteen-year-old
-flapper.</p>
-
-<p>With which we arrive at the real blush
-producers of the year. Consider “Bluebeard’s
-Eighth Wife.” Here a young woman, newly
-married, invites her old sweetheart to her
-boudoir at midnight, gets him squiffy and persuades
-him to undress and climb into bed.
-And undress he does, right down to his B. V.
-D.’s in front of the footlights, the appreciative
-heroine and the audience. Said heroine then
-clambers in—and friend husband appears. Yes,
-it’s all to teach hubby a lesson (one must make
-some concession to the police) and the B. V. D.
-person gets the air.</p>
-
-<p>Broadway had been busily getting out its
-shekels to see Bluebeard and the B. V. D. youth
-when along came Avery Hopwood’s “The Demi-Virgin.”
-Now, Mr. Hopwood’s demi-virgin is
-not the demi-vierge of the French, from whom
-the noun comes. Since this is a family paper,
-we will explain demi-vierge as a young and
-ambitious lady who is broadminded up to a
-certain point. Mr. Hopwood’s heroine, however,
-is a movie queen who deserts her husband,
-another movie idol, on their wedding night.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
-Although the husband finally succeeds in
-capturing his demi-wife in her boudoir and
-thereupon starts out to—well—anyway the real
-incident of the piece is the aforementioned
-strip poker party, where a half dozen film
-fillies discard garment after garment in a game
-designed to be thrilling. It isn’t a mere strip
-poker party but a “strip cupid” affair, the first
-to arrive at the cupid state to be the winner—or
-loser. The game progresses until it is a
-mere matter of a card’s turn who is to be cupid
-when, of course, the thing is ended.</p>
-
-<p>This, then, is the state of the New York
-stage at this moment. Meanwhile, film fans
-see life on the screen through the eyes of little
-Rollo while, just around the corner, six young
-women are in the act of taking off their pink
-envelope thing-ums while an appreciative audience
-applauds. Not, of course, that we’re for
-censorship anywhere. But the New York stage
-producer seems to be able to get away with
-anything.</p>
-
-<p>It is making it awfully hard for the musical
-comedy producer. Years ago he reached a certain
-limit in bare revelations and now the
-drama comes along and wins away the tired
-business man. Of course, the musical comedy
-maker isn’t giving up without a fight. Now
-and then he has an inspiration, as when, in the
-new Greenwich Village Follies, he reveals a
-lady to personify Art dressed exclusively in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
-three golden leaves, each placed with fine discernment
-and discretion.</p>
-
-<p>The next step on the New York stage will
-probably come when the musical comedy producer
-raises—or lowers—his limit. Despite our
-youth, we can recall—vividly—when he made
-the step from tights and stockings to bare legs,
-the only thing left is for him to ape the
-Parisian producer and have costumes stop their
-upward trend at the waist. We shall see, we
-shall see!</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Hibrow Column</h3>
-
-<p>Speaking about high-brow poetry, we have
-from the Saturday Evening Post (page 26,
-October 15th), real classy lyrics on how to eat
-or drink something. The poem isn’t quite clear
-as to whether Mr. Bloodgood was eating a
-rotten apple or merely taking a shot of moonshine,
-but anyway, it’s high-brow stuff—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><i>I love the loathsome!</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>Delicious half-ripe rottenness.</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>I dream deliciously</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>As it slips</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>So soothfully</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>Down my grateful</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>Amorous throat.</i></div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Pathfinder Pulls This</h3>
-
-<p>The prisoner threw the magazines across his
-cell in disgust and swore eloquently. “Nothin’
-but continued stories,” he raged, “an’ I’m to be
-hanged next Tuesday.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Reversed English</h3>
-
-<p>Three southern gents of color were engaged
-in an argument.</p>
-
-<p>First Darkey—“My wife is some cook!”</p>
-
-<p>Second Darkey—“My wife is not much of a
-cook, but she is some wash-woman.”</p>
-
-<p>Third Darkey—“My wife is not much of a
-wash-woman and no cook, but she shuh can
-kiss!”</p>
-
-<p>First Darkey—“She can, she can!”</p>
-
-<p>Third Darkey—“Wat’s dat?”</p>
-
-<p>First Darkey—“Can she? Can she?”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>“That helps a good deal,” remarked the
-poker player as he drew the fourth ace.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Watch ’em Run</h3>
-
-<p>Sportsman (to friend at track meet)—“So
-you like to watch the runners, old man?”</p>
-
-<p>Sport—“Yes, I surely do. That plump girl
-over there has two in one stocking.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Stop That, Horace!</h3>
-
-<p>“What’s all that growling I hear?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, that’s the ‘Hot Dog’ I just ate.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Courtroom Pot Pourri</h3>
-
-<p>They just caught Roy Gardner!</p>
-
-<p>Where was he standing?</p>
-
-<p>On Hightower watching Fatty Arbuckle before
-he visited Richmond, Virginia.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Towser Likes His Morsel</h3>
-
-<p>The man getting his hair cut noticed that
-the barber’s dog, which was lying on the floor
-beside the chair, had his eyes fixed on his master
-at work. “Nice dog that,” said the customer.</p>
-
-<p>“He is, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>“He seems very fond of watching you cut
-hair.”</p>
-
-<p>“It ain’t that, sir,” explained the barber.
-“You see, sometimes I make a mistake and snip
-off a little bit of a customer’s ear.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>A Tit-Bit</h3>
-
-<p>It was washing day and John had been kept
-from school to look after the baby. Mother
-sent him into the garden to play, but it was
-not long before cries disturbed her. “John,
-what is the matter with baby now?” she inquired
-from her wash-tub.</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t know what to do with him, mother,”
-replied John. “He’s dug a hole and wants to
-bring it into the house.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Misplaced Vertebra</h3>
-
-<p>Here’s a good story on a Minneapolis chiropractor.
-He started his treatment on the new
-patient by rubbing his back. Then he turned
-the patient over and applied the treatment in
-front. The patient stood the tickling as long
-as he could, then with a look of content in his
-eyes he sez, “Kiss me, Doc.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Charlie’s Delicate Habits</h3>
-
-<p>A nice young man called on a nice young
-lady and spent the evening recently. When he
-arrived there was not a cloud in the sky, so he
-carried no umbrella and wore no goloshes nor
-mackintosh. At 10:00 o’clock when he arose to
-go, it was raining pitchforks and grindstones.</p>
-
-<p>“My, my, my!” said the nice young lady, “if
-you go out in this storm you will catch your
-death of cold.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m afraid I might,” was the trembling
-answer.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, I’ll tell you what—stay all night; you
-can have Tom’s room, as he is visiting uncle
-and aunt up in the country. Yes, occupy Tom’s
-room. Excuse me a minute, and I’ll just run
-up and see if it’s in order.”</p>
-
-<p>The young lady fled gracefully upstairs to
-see if any tidying was necessary. In five minutes
-she came down to announce that the room
-was in readiness, but no Charles was in sight.
-In a very few minutes, however, he appeared,
-dripping wet and out of breath from running
-and with a bundle in a newspaper under his
-arm.</p>
-
-<p>The nice young lady greeted him with:
-“Why, Charles, where have you been?”</p>
-
-<p>“Been home after my night shirt,” was his
-reply, as he hung his hat up to drip.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>That train smokes a lot.</p>
-
-<p>Yes, and choos, too.</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Questions and Answers</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Capt. Billy</i></b>—What is the Goozes Pimple
-Glide dance?—<b><i>Washer Iggle</i></b>.</p>
-
-<p>This is done in the following manner: While
-stepping on the ballroom floor with your partner
-keep time with the music by stroking her
-bare arm with the front and back (alternately)
-of your hand.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Capt. Billy</i></b>—What is meant by “A
-man ahead of the time?”—<b><i>V. Havan Oisteh.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>The fellow who carries his watch in his hip
-pocket.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Capt. Billy</i></b>—While crossing from Key
-West to Havana on one of the gin rickey boats
-I noticed a streak of oil on the water. Could
-you tell me what that was from?—<b><i>S. Lopp
-Boal.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Oh, that’s where the road went across the ice
-last winter.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Captain</i></b>—We are going to give a cleaning-shower
-for a bride-to-be. Can you suggest
-an appropriate gift?—<b><i>Mid Riff.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>A bath mitt.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Cap’n</i></b>—I am giving a home-brew party
-to some jolly boys and girls. What is the
-proper hour to have the musicians play “Home
-Sweet Home?”—<b><i>Roll Myowne.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Just before half pash stew.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Captain</i></b>—I am alone a great deal at
-night and am afraid. Can you suggest some
-kind of protection?—<b><i>Belle R. Peeling.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Take the bark of a dogwood tree and leave
-it outside your bedroom door.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Cap.</i></b>—Can you suggest some inexpensive
-amusement that I might indulge in when
-my husband is away?—<b><i>Dottie.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Take a bath and then spend half an hour or
-so playfully trying to locate the soap.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Cap’n Billy</i></b>—I have just purchased
-several new gowns and no one seems to notice
-them. What can I do?—<b><i>Ophelia Bumpus.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Try standing on a street corner with a tin
-cup in your hand and wear a sign “I am dumb.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Cap. Billy</i></b>—How can I cure my husband’s
-hiccups?—<b><i>Ada Banana.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Don’t try. It is a mark of distinction.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Captain</i></b>—When my husband takes me
-to a dance he prefers to jazz with all the girls
-except me. What can I do?—<b><i>Gladys Swetz.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Make him wear shoulder braces.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Capt. Billy</i></b>—In all your travels, where
-did you receive the most hospitality?—<b><i>Al Hambra.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>It was when in California. A gentleman
-called me into his room, handed me a goblet in
-one hand and a demijohn in the other and
-turned his back.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Capt. Billy</i></b>—My dearest boy friend
-jilted me and now refuses to marry me. Please
-give me your best dope.—<b><i>Sally Patica.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Dear Sally—Always hate him and bring
-your children up the same way.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dear Captain Billy</i></b>—I am fondly in love
-with a young girl in our town, but also have
-strong sympathies for a dashing grass widow
-of thirty. My age, too, is thirty, and I would
-like your advice as to whom I should consider
-seriously.—<b><i>Gloomy Gus.</i></b></p>
-
-<p>Always deal with an old established firm,
-young man.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>A Story With Teeth In It</h3>
-
-<p>Pat and Mike hesitated at the gate of the
-home they intended to rob, because of a barking
-dog.</p>
-
-<p>“Go head, Mike,” said Pat, “You know a
-barking dog never bites.”</p>
-
-<p>“Maybe so,” replied Mike, “you know that
-and I know it, but the dang dog doesn’t
-know it.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Dusky Diana’s Devotion</h3>
-
-<p>Pounding on the door of the attractive
-mulatto girl, the soldier bid fair to rouse the
-entire neighborhood, till a head was thrust out
-of an upstairs window and a voice cautiously
-asked:</p>
-
-<p>“Hush up dar, yo’ soldier! What yo’ want?”</p>
-
-<p>“Wanta come in,” hiccupped the warrior,
-who had evidently left the shrine of Bacchus
-to worship at that of Venus.</p>
-
-<p>“H’m! Does yo’ b’long to de United States
-Marines?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nope; but wanta come in.”</p>
-
-<p>“Does yo’ b’long to de Third Massachusetts?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nope.”</p>
-
-<p>“To the Second Noo Hampshires?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nope.”</p>
-
-<p>“To the Fourf Noo York?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nope; but wanta come in, all the same.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, yo’ can just go away fum dar, yo’
-triflin soldier; I’se a very partickler woman, I
-is.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Oh, Mother, Lookit Daughter!</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">S ... is for the shortness of their length,</div>
-<div class="verse">K ... is for the knees which we see,</div>
-<div class="verse">I ... is for inches, 20 above ground,</div>
-<div class="verse">R ... is for regions dear to me.</div>
-<div class="verse">T ... is for thin, transparent,</div>
-<div class="verse">S ... is for the shapes we see,</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse indent3">Oh! may short skirts live on forever,</div>
-<div class="verse indent3">In this sweet land of liberty.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Press Agent Stuff</h3>
-
-<p>The selection of the Cast for “Why Change
-Your Beeveedees?” the snappy cinema spectacle
-which the management of the Snore-On Theatre
-has been persuaded to show commencing
-today, was a task calling forth all the brains
-of that superior author-scenarist-director-producer,
-Whatin L. Isit. The difficulty lay in
-getting a star acceptable alike to the garment
-workers, buttonhole makers, laundry operators
-and health authorities.</p>
-
-<p>M. T. Dome, who plays the leading male role
-in Wanta Daddy’s latest paramour picture,
-“The Questionable Residence,” adapted from
-Gimm E. Vice’s play by Seena Lott, is the
-newest addition to Hollywood’s film colony.
-Dome came all the way from New York to
-California just to play the part of Powerful
-Percy the Panderer’s Pal in the picture. He
-was last seen on the screen as Glorious Love’s
-leading man in “The Passionate Plumber.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Indignation Personified</h3>
-
-<p>Brother Toole of the Kablegram writes: “I
-had all kinds of trouble at the Blank Hotel last
-night. It was the first time I ever stopped
-there. When I returned from the theatre, I
-found that the clerk had put two women in my
-room. I went downstairs and raised all kinds
-of trouble about it. I couldn’t do a thing with
-the manager at first—but finally he put one of
-the women out.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Guy Who Kin Sling It</h3>
-
-<p class="center sans">By Walter Wolf</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Some fellers er allus a spoutin’</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Bout the coin they used to make.</div>
-<div class="verse">Like the girl thets allus a shoutin,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Bout the good pies she kin bake.</div>
-<div class="verse">Now the feller thets allus made the dough</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Should git credit fer Mary’s pies,</div>
-<div class="verse">But how do it come, I’d like t’ know—</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">That this feller gits by with so many lies.</div>
-<div class="verse">The guy he meets Mary an he shoots his bazoo,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Then suddenly ther married and I’ll leave it to you—</div>
-<div class="verse">If the guy who kin sling it aint the guy thet gits by—</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">An allus gits the best uv the girls home-made pies.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>In Deah Old Hingland</h3>
-
-<p>Rough-neck Western Yankee—Watcher principal
-trees here in England?</p>
-
-<p>English Cockney—Hoak, helm and hash.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Last Waltz</h3>
-
-<p>They had met at a dance, he and she. He
-had wooed and won her while dancing to jazz
-harmony, that’s why they were all “jazzed” up
-now. She got to shaking her shoulders, so he
-“shook” her for good and got a divorce. Now
-they’re apart and do their dancing with
-different partners. She gets stepped on and he
-steps on others. Some day when “Home Sweet
-Home” is played they will wander home
-together again and call it “The Last Waltz.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>“My wife,” said the henpecked one, “is a
-woman of few words—but she uses them over
-and over again.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Whizzical Whams</h3>
-
-<p class="center sans">By Whursmuhwhiski.</p>
-
-<p>I stopped in a Music Store the other day,
-and while looking around, I saw a stack of sheet
-music called “Toyland Sketches.” The first
-one I noticed was called “The Arrival of the
-Teddy Bears.” Needless to say, I didn’t look
-any further.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Roses are red, violets are blue,</div>
-<div class="verse">My roll is dwindling, since I met you.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Would “When Mother Plays a Rag On the
-Sewing Machine,” necessarily be a sister song
-to “When Father Plays a Chord On the Wood-pile?”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Hymn 999</h3>
-
-<p>Tenant (to janitor)—What was all that
-cursing and swearing going on Sunday morning?</p>
-
-<p>Janitor—Oh, that was Mrs. McFadden. She
-was going to church and she couldn’t find her
-prayer book.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Our Old Friend Sal</h3>
-
-<p>How did Sal treat you?</p>
-
-<p>Sal who?</p>
-
-<p>Sal Hepatica.</p>
-
-<p>Oh, she worked me to a frazzle.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>“Oh, Ralph, I haven’t a thing to wear.”</p>
-
-<p>“’S’all right. I’ve a Sedan.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>It Cannot Vas</h3>
-
-<p>Ikey—Papa I’m in lof. Ain’t it a fine feelings?</p>
-
-<p>Papa—Dat’s nice, Ikey; who is de goil?</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—Ah papa, she’s a peaches and cream.
-She’s good looking, she’s a good housekeeper,
-her papa’s got lots of money and—</p>
-
-<p>Papa—Vat’s her name, Ikey?</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—Alma Rosenbloom, ain’t she a daisy?</p>
-
-<p>Papa—You mean de clothing man’s daughtair?</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—Dat’s de goil, papa. How do you like
-it?</p>
-
-<p>Papa—Ikey, I’m very sorry but it cannot vas.</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—It cannot vas, papa, for why?</p>
-
-<p>Papa—You see, Ikey, ven I vas a young man
-I was married before and Alma Rosenbloom
-iss your sistair.</p>
-
-<p>After a lapse of time Ikey comes in again,
-all smiles and joyfully greets his father with
-the announcement—</p>
-
-<p>Papa, I’m in lof again.</p>
-
-<p>Papa (anxiously)—Who iss de goil dis time?</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—Ah she’s a fine buxoms, she’s a good
-musician, she can cook, she’s good looking, her
-papa’s got lots of money, and—</p>
-
-<p>Papa—Ikey, tell your papa, who is de goil?</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—It’s Rosa Lipshuts.</p>
-
-<p>Papa—You mean de pawnbroker’s daughtair?</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—Dat’s de baby, ain’t she a fine catches?</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Papa (shaking his head in the negative)—Ikey,
-I’m very sorry but it cannot vas.</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—It cannot vas, papa, for why it cannot
-vas?</p>
-
-<p>Papa—You see, Ikey, ven I vas a young man
-I vas married twice and Rosa Lipshuts iss your
-sistair also.</p>
-
-<p>At this Ikey could no longer contain himself
-and gave vent to his feelings in an outburst
-of boo-hooing. To hide his disappointment
-he sought refuge in his room where his
-mother, attracted by his sobs, came to console
-him.</p>
-
-<p>Mama—Ikey, for vhy are you crying?</p>
-
-<p>Ikey—Oh, mama it’s too terrible, it’s too
-terrible.</p>
-
-<p>Mama—Tell your mama, Ikey, for vhy do you
-cry?</p>
-
-<p>Ikey did.</p>
-
-<p>Mama (patting her boy on the head)—Dat’s
-all right, Ikey. You go an marry de goil. She’s
-a good goil, she’s got lots of money, and—</p>
-
-<p>Ikey (between sobs)—But, mama, it cannot
-vas.</p>
-
-<p>Mama—Yes, it can vas, Ikey. You see ven
-a young goil I vas married before also and your
-papa is not your fathair.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Latest Movie Title</h3>
-
-<p><i>THE BATTLE OF GARTER RUN.</i></p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Her Sprinkling System</h3>
-
-<p>The architect was standing before one of
-his newly completed creations. Its mistress,
-plentifully sprinkled with diamonds at eleven
-in the morning, turned to him and said:</p>
-
-<p>“It’s grand, and I’ve just decided not to
-employ a landscape gardener. I know just what
-I want myself. Banked up right against the
-porch there I want a real thick border—now
-what is that name? You know; those bright
-red flowers that look so dressy—yes; now I
-have it—saliva.”</p>
-
-<p>The architect was staggered for a moment,
-but soon recovered and came back enthusiastically.</p>
-
-<p>“The very thing,” he agreed. “And right
-in front a nice row of spitunians.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Dark—Going to the dance tonight, Sam?</p>
-
-<p>Darker—Naw, I ain’t got any razor.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>William Tell O’Toole</h3>
-
-<p>Clancy chuckled.</p>
-
-<p>“What’s the joke?” asked Mooney.</p>
-
-<p>“Sure,” replied Clancy, “Casey bet me ten
-dollars he could shoot a peanut off my head
-with a shot gun and oi took him up because oi
-knew he’d miss it.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>He wouldn’t supporter, so she stole his
-suspenders.</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Hollywood Flirtations</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Little Shannon Day, a Ziegfeld
-Folly girl, is out west playing in a Lasky
-picture. Monte Katterjohn, Lasky scenario
-writer has been seen with Miss Shannon
-very frequently during the past two years, both
-in New York and in Hollywood. He went so
-far as to take her to a formal Authors League
-Dinner last year and the speeches and the minutes
-of the meeting and the pleas for unpaid
-dues were such a tax on Shannon’s mind that
-she was caught dropping off to sleep many
-times before the tiresome evening was over. “I
-can’t see nothing to authors” quotes Shannon
-as she smoothes a new dress which Mamma
-Dolly of the famous Dolly Sisters team made
-for her just before she left New York.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">While Geraldine Farrar stayed in Southern
-California last month, fulfilling her
-concert engagements she kept herself
-much secluded in her bungalow at the Hotel
-Maryland in Pasadena. Her parents were with
-her. Many of her former friends in the film
-colony attempted to see her in vain and it is
-surmised that Miss Farrar wished to keep to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>
-herself until the matter of her pending divorce
-from Lou Tellegen has either been granted or
-repatched.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">The weekly calendar of a well known
-church in Los Angeles printed the following
-questions soon after the Arbuckle
-affair spread itself forth in the newspapers:</p>
-
-<p>“What would you do if you were in Mr.
-Arbuckle’s predicament?”</p>
-
-<p>“Is this a day of judgment for the movies?”</p>
-
-<p>“Was Miss Virginia Rappe of aristocratic
-blood?”</p>
-
-<p>“How much do we know of Henry Lehrman,
-the lover of Miss Rappe?”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Another wedding in the Pickford family
-is predicted. It is whispered that Lottie
-Pickford is soon to marry Alan Forrest,
-popular and handsome young leading man of
-the films. Lottie Pickford was formerly Mrs.
-Rupp, wife of a Los Angeles broker, whom she
-divorced about two years ago.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>She Had Mud On Her Shoes</h3>
-
-<p>He (driving up to the curb)—Hello, little
-girl, wanta go for a ride?</p>
-
-<p>Sweet Thing—Nothing doing, I’m walking
-home from one now.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>She—“I wish God had made me a boy.”</p>
-
-<p>He—“He did. I’m he.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Old Stuff</h3>
-
-<p>A stranger, walking along the road, passed
-an old darkey. He began talking with him and
-found out that he had known George Washington.</p>
-
-<p>“I suppose you remember when Washington
-crossed the Delaware?” he asked.</p>
-
-<p>“’Deed, boss, I steered dat boat,” was the
-reply.</p>
-
-<p>“And do you remember when he took a hack
-at that cherry tree?”</p>
-
-<p>“’Deed I do,” the darkey replied, “’case I
-drove that hack myself.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Rastus Johnsing Says</h3>
-
-<p>Ah’s so tough ah scratches de enamel off
-de tub when ah takes a bafth.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Sing It In High Tenor</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Darling, put your arms around me,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Oh, for heaven’s sake!</div>
-<div class="verse">Ain’t you awfully glad you found me?</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Oh, for heaven’s sake!</div>
-<div class="verse">Am I not your little beauty?</div>
-<div class="verse">Are you not my little cutie?</div>
-<div class="verse">Kiss me, kiss me, Sweet Patootie,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Oh, for heaven’s sake!”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Thousands of lonely women are staring at
-faded photographs when they might be kissing
-the faces of children.</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Whiz Bang Editorials</i></h2>
-
-<p class="by">“<i>The Bull is Mightier Than the Bullet.</i>”</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Jazz life seems to agree with Americans.
-We not only live faster than our great-
-grandparents, but, on the average, we also
-live eight years longer. So says the Census
-Bureau.</p>
-
-<p>Some day the centenarian will be the rule,
-not the exception. That will come as a result
-of health education, not from eating monkey
-glands.</p>
-
-<p>A popular song had this refrain: “He may
-be old, but he’s got young ideas.” That appealed
-to popular fancy because it caught the subconscious
-mind, which probably knew what the
-census now reports:</p>
-
-<p>That marriages of persons beyond fifty
-years of age are steadily increasing in numbers,
-already being frequent. Out of 100 American
-men and women, 80 are married before
-they reach 45, while 10 take the leap afterward
-and 10 remain single.</p>
-
-<p>Divorces among those who have passed 45
-are also becoming more common. This, however,
-is not making us a cynical people, for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
-census finds that the majority of divorced
-people try marriage at least a second time,
-many making three or four ventures.</p>
-
-<p>Figures—which never lie, though liars often
-figure—show that the span of life is lengthening
-during the Jazz Age.</p>
-
-<p>The strain at times gets on our nerves. Frequently
-one of the contestants howls and goes
-to pieces. But, on the average, the real effects
-of the Jazz Age will not show up until our
-descendants of one hundred years or more
-hence.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>They Named the Soap After Him</h3>
-
-<div class="blockquote smaller">
-
-<p><i>In Dr. W. A. Evans’ column in the Minneapolis Journal,
-“A. G. M.” writes, under the heading of the Artistic Sex</i>:</p>
-
-<p>“I have a son, seventeen years old, who is and has
-been for ten years, obsessed with a strange desire. He
-wants and feels that he ought to be a girl. Ever since
-he was seven years old, and probably before, although I
-had never noticed it, he has thought of himself as a girl,
-acted like one, desired to be regarded as a girl, and has,
-whenever he could worn girls’ clothing.</p>
-
-<p>“His mother and I had a terrific struggle to allow his
-hair to be cut like a boys’, when he was six or seven
-years old. He withstood us until he was nearly ten,
-when, for the sake of peace, he consented to have it
-bobbed. Up to that time he had worn it in a great mass
-of curls, away down over his shoulders, regardless of the
-ridicule of his playmates. He wore his hair bobbed until
-two years ago, when he finally had it cut after a fashion
-similar to other boys. This is just one incident, but it
-may serve to show you something of his frame of mind.</p>
-
-<p>“He attended a gymnasium class until he was fourteen,
-and he invariably wore bloomers and a bow of ribbon in
-his hair.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“In fact, he is far more at home in girls’ clothing
-than he is in boys’, for he has always insisted on wearing
-dresses and gowns when in the house. His bedroom
-is a real girl’s boudoir, with dressing table, powder puff,
-etc. He has as few boys’ clothes as he can get along with
-for going out. Playing with dolls was his favorite amusement
-until he was about thirteen. He is about five feet
-eleven and one-half inches tall, good looking and possessed
-of a remarkably good mind. He never has given any
-signs of mental deficiency, unless you term what I have
-above described as mental deficiency, or rather insanity.
-I would be grateful if you would tell me your opinion.”</p>
-
-<p><i>(Dr. Evans’ answer): This is a case of third or intermediate
-sexism. You will find a fair amount of literature
-on the subject. Such subjects are not in any sense feeble-minded.
-In fact, many of them are exceptionally bright.
-As a rule the stage, music or painting offers the best fields
-for men and women of this group.</i></p></div>
-
-<p>Wonder what our friends of the theatre
-think of Dr. Evans’ advice? Probably they
-would feel the same way as the Army officials
-felt towards certain chiefs of police who
-paroled the bums and the crooks on condition
-they join the Army.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Blank Verse</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Never get too intimate</div>
-<div class="verse">With your friends,</div>
-<div class="verse">They may some day</div>
-<div class="verse">Be your enemies;</div>
-<div class="verse">Never be too hard</div>
-<div class="verse">On your enemies,</div>
-<div class="verse">They may some day</div>
-<div class="verse">Be your friends.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Smokehouse Poetry</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<p><i>Dear folk: We have some dandy stuff in store for you.
-Among the masters who are writing for Whiz Bang the
-coming year are J. Eugene Chrisman, author of “Poppies,
-Hell,” with his “Chi Slim,” “Keyhole Stuff” and others;
-H. A. D’Arcy, author of “The Face Upon the Floor” with
-his “Trapper’s Story,” “Charlie Wong” and others; Frank
-B. Lindeman, the prospector-poet with his ode “To a Mountain
-Rat” and others; and last but not least, some almost
-forgotten masterpieces of James Whitcomb Riley, whose
-“Passing of the Old Smokehouse,” was one of the many hits
-of our Winter Annual, Pedigreed Follies of 1921-22.</i></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Blanket Stiff</h3>
-
-<p class="center sans">By Gifford and Whitney.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The Western trail is a gittin’ dim;</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">The Sage-brush seems unreal;</div>
-<div class="verse">My insides’re weak and gittin’ slim.</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Sure wished I had a meal.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">My feet are growin’ weary;</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">My head is hangin’ low;</div>
-<div class="verse">My eyes are a lookin’ teary.</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Gawd! But it’s hard to go.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">There’s two thousand ties to a mile,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">And fifty more miles to go.</div>
-<div class="verse">I’ve counted those ties with a smile,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Keeps time from a goin’ so slow.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Now—they seem a mile apart.</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">I can’t help feelin’ cold.</div>
-<div class="verse">Got an achin’ down around my heart</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">I guess—I’m a gettin’—old.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Know what the gangs a doin’ now,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Way down in Elephant Slough.</div>
-<div class="verse">They’re sittin’ around a can o’ chow</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Helpin’ themselves tuh stew.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I kid myself, I ain’t et fer a week,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">But I know it’s dang sight more.</div>
-<div class="verse">My throat is dry—my insides squeak—</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">I’m hungry—clean to th’ core.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I ain’t th’ kind that’ll stoop to yell,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">When bad luck comes my way.</div>
-<div class="verse">I’ve lived and sinned. I’m bound for Hell.</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">But—guess—I’ll kneel and pray.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The Bo got down on rough worn ties;</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Lifted his head in prayer,</div>
-<div class="verse">And knelt there pleading to the skies—</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">A whistle sounded through the air.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The Hobo heard and tried to rise,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Saw the train comin’ fast.</div>
-<div class="verse">His muscles failed—and from the ties,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">He welcomed this—the last.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">It’s only a blanket—stiff ye hit,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Sent another bum to Hell.</div>
-<div class="verse">Had I better report on it?</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">I guess I might as well.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">No, Con, don’t make out no report.</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Let’s plant him by the steel.</div>
-<div class="verse">The Bum’s bound for an unknown port,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">And tracks will make it real.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The Western trail is a gittin’ black.</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">It’s time we moved along.</div>
-<div class="verse">They buried him beside the track—</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">The hot western wind for the psalm.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The Bo woke up in a nice white gown;</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Clean, just like he’d had a bath.</div>
-<div class="verse">Instead of the ties that held him down</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">He followed a golden path.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Girl From Over “There”</h3>
-
-<p class="center sans">By Budd L. McKillips</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">A pistol shot, a darting pain</div>
-<div class="verse">Like red-hot needles through her brain,</div>
-<div class="verse">And ere the smoke cleared from the room</div>
-<div class="verse">Another soul groped through the gloom.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">With fleeting glance the policemen came</div>
-<div class="verse">Looked through her purse, took down her name;</div>
-<div class="verse">Reporters never wondered why</div>
-<div class="verse">Or reasoned how she came to die.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">In silent morgue, somber and drab—</div>
-<div class="verse">With folded hands, on sheeted slab—</div>
-<div class="verse">No mourners crowded ’round her bier</div>
-<div class="verse">To say a prayer or shed a tear.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Yet scarce a week before and she</div>
-<div class="verse">Had smiled and looked on life with glee</div>
-<div class="verse">Dreamed dreams of everlasting bliss</div>
-<div class="verse">And reveled in her lover’s kiss.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">His mistress? yes but oft he’d said</div>
-<div class="verse">He loved her madly, soon they’d wed;</div>
-<div class="verse">Love-blind she hung on every word</div>
-<div class="verse">While ugly rumors went unheard.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then came the day which like a thief</div>
-<div class="verse">Stole joy and filled her heart with grief;</div>
-<div class="verse">Cursed by the man she called her own,</div>
-<div class="verse">She woke to find her dreams had flown.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Tired of his toy he now defamed</div>
-<div class="verse">And thrust her from him, unashamed,</div>
-<div class="verse">To find refuge among her kind;</div>
-<div class="verse">Then went to meet his latest find.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Black as the night from pole to pole</div>
-<div class="verse">The world seemed to her aching soul;</div>
-<div class="verse">With heart bowed down and racked with pain</div>
-<div class="verse">She sent a bullet through her brain.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">In restaurant where bright lights shine</div>
-<div class="verse">A man laughs loud, made gay with wine</div>
-<div class="verse">He beams on one with youth abloom—</div>
-<div class="verse">The fairest creature in the room.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The violins wail and cymbals clash,</div>
-<div class="verse">The dancers whirl and diamonds flash;</div>
-<div class="verse">His heart is light and free of care</div>
-<div class="verse">As tambos beat and trombones blare.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Forgotten is the long ago,</div>
-<div class="verse">The whispered love-words, soft and low</div>
-<div class="verse">Each word a lie, each kiss a snare</div>
-<div class="verse">For her long since passed over “there.”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Unnoticed by the merry crowd</div>
-<div class="verse">A figure enters clad in shroud,</div>
-<div class="verse">Her ghastly face a lurid glow—</div>
-<div class="verse">The dead girl’s face of long ago.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The music stops, unseen she flits</div>
-<div class="verse">To where a laughing couple sits</div>
-<div class="verse">A choking shriek, a gasp for breath—</div>
-<div class="verse">A man lies still and stark in death.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">A hush falls o’er the crowded room</div>
-<div class="verse">There comes a breath as from a tomb—</div>
-<div class="verse">The eyes now set in glassy stare</div>
-<div class="verse">Had seen the face from over “there.”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Ballad of Yukon Jake</h3>
-
-<p class="center sans">By Edward E. Paramore, Jr.</p>
-
-<p class="center"><i>As originally published in Vanity Fair.</i></p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oh the North Countree is a hard countree</div>
-<div class="verse">That mothers a bloody brood;</div>
-<div class="verse">And its icy arms hold hidden charms</div>
-<div class="verse">For the greedy, the sinful and lewd.</div>
-<div class="verse">And strong men rust, from the gold and the lust</div>
-<div class="verse">That sears the Northland soul,</div>
-<div class="verse">But the wickedest born, from the Pole to the Horn,</div>
-<div class="verse">Is the Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Now Jacob Kaime was the Hermit’s name,</div>
-<div class="verse">In the days of his pious youth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Ere he cast a smirch on the Baptist church</div>
-<div class="verse">By betraying a girl named Ruth.</div>
-<div class="verse">But now men quake at “Yukon Jake,”</div>
-<div class="verse">The Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal,</div>
-<div class="verse">For that is the name that Jacob Kaime</div>
-<div class="verse">Is known by from Nome to the Pole.</div>
-<div class="verse">He was just a boy and the parson’s joy</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">(Ere he fell for the gold and the muck),</div>
-<div class="verse">And had learned to pray, with the hogs and the hay</div>
-<div class="verse">On a farm near Keokuk.</div>
-<div class="verse">But a Service tale of illicit kale—</div>
-<div class="verse">And whiskey and women wild—</div>
-<div class="verse">Drained the morals clean as a soup-tureen</div>
-<div class="verse">From this poor but honest child.</div>
-<div class="verse">He longed for the bite of a Yukon night</div>
-<div class="verse">And the Northern Light’s weird flicker,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or a game of stud in the frozen mud,</div>
-<div class="verse">And the taste of raw red licker.</div>
-<div class="verse">He wanted to mush along in the slush,</div>
-<div class="verse">With a team of huskie hounds,</div>
-<div class="verse">And to fire his gat at a beaver hat</div>
-<div class="verse">And knock it out of bounds.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">So he left his home for the hell-town Nome,</div>
-<div class="verse">On Alaska’s ice-ribbed shores,</div>
-<div class="verse">And he learned to curse and to drink, and worse—</div>
-<div class="verse">Till the rum dripped from his pores,</div>
-<div class="verse">When the boys on a spree were drinking it free</div>
-<div class="verse">In a Malamute saloon</div>
-<div class="verse">And Dan Megrew and his dangerous crew</div>
-<div class="verse">Shot craps with the piebald coon;</div>
-<div class="verse">When the Kid on his stool banged away like a fool</div>
-<div class="verse">At a jag-time melody</div>
-<div class="verse">And the barkeep vowed, to the hardboiled crowd,</div>
-<div class="verse">That he’d cree-mate Sam McGee—</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then Jacob Kaime, who had taken the name</div>
-<div class="verse">Of Yukon Jake, the Killer,</div>
-<div class="verse">Would rake the dive with his forty-five</div>
-<div class="verse">Till the atmosphere grew chiller.</div>
-<div class="verse">With a sharp command he’d make ’em stand</div>
-<div class="verse">And deliver their hard-earned dust,</div>
-<div class="verse">Then drink the bar dry, of rum and rye,</div>
-<div class="verse">As a Klondike bully must.</div>
-<div class="verse">Without coming to blows he would tweak the nose</div>
-<div class="verse">Of Dangerous Dan Megrew,</div>
-<div class="verse">And becoming bolder, throw over his shoulder</div>
-<div class="verse">The lady that’s known as Lou.</div>
-<div class="verse">Oh, tough as a steak was Yukon Jake—</div>
-<div class="verse">Hard-boiled as a picnic egg.</div>
-<div class="verse">He washed his shirt in the Klondike dirt,</div>
-<div class="verse">And drank his rum by the keg.</div>
-<div class="verse">In fear of their lives (or because of their wives)</div>
-<div class="verse">He was shunned by the best of his pals</div>
-<div class="verse">An outcast he, from the comraderie</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
-<div class="verse">Of all but wild animals.</div>
-<div class="verse">So he bought him the whole of Shark Tooth Shoal,</div>
-<div class="verse">A reef in the Bering Sea,</div>
-<div class="verse">And he lived by himself on a sea lion’s shelf</div>
-<div class="verse">In lonely iniquity.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But, miles away, in Keokuk, Ia.,</div>
-<div class="verse">Did a ruined maiden fight</div>
-<div class="verse">To remove the smirch from the Baptist Church</div>
-<div class="verse">By bringing the heathen Light.</div>
-<div class="verse">And the Elders declared that all would be squared</div>
-<div class="verse">If she carried the holy words</div>
-<div class="verse">From her Keokuk Home to the hell-town Nome</div>
-<div class="verse">To save those sinful birds.</div>
-<div class="verse">So, two weeks later, she took a freighter,</div>
-<div class="verse">For the gold-cursed land near the Pole,</div>
-<div class="verse">But Heaven ain’t made for a lass that’s betrayed—</div>
-<div class="verse">She was wrecked on Shark Tooth Shoal!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">All hands were tossed in the Sea, and lost—</div>
-<div class="verse">All but the maiden Ruth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Who swam to the edge of the sea lion’s ledge</div>
-<div class="verse">Where abode the love of her youth.</div>
-<div class="verse">He was hunting a seal for his evening meal</div>
-<div class="verse">(He handled a mean harpoon)</div>
-<div class="verse">When he saw at his feet, not something to eat,</div>
-<div class="verse">But a girl in a frozen swoon,</div>
-<div class="verse">Whom he dragged to his lair by her dripping hair,</div>
-<div class="verse">And he rubbed her knees with gin.</div>
-<div class="verse">To his great surprise, she opened her eyes</div>
-<div class="verse">And revealed—his Original Sin!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">His eight-months’ beard grew stiff and weird</div>
-<div class="verse">And it felt like a chestnut burr,</div>
-<div class="verse">And he swore by his gizzard—and the Arctic blizzard,</div>
-<div class="verse">That he’d do right by her.</div>
-<div class="verse">But the cold sweat froze on the end of her nose</div>
-<div class="verse">Till it gleamed like a Teckla pearl,</div>
-<div class="verse">While her bright hair fell, like a flame from hell,</div>
-<div class="verse">Down the back of the grateful girl.</div>
-<div class="verse">But a hopeless rake was Yukon Jake</div>
-<div class="verse">The Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal!</div>
-<div class="verse">And the dizzy maid he rebetrayed</div>
-<div class="verse">And wrecked her immortal soul!</div>
-<div class="verse">Then he rowed her ashore with a broken oar,</div>
-<div class="verse">And he sold her to Dan Megrew</div>
-<div class="verse">For a huskie dog and some hot egg-nog—</div>
-<div class="verse">As rascals are wont to do.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
-<div class="verse">Now ruthless Ruth is a maid uncouth</div>
-<div class="verse">With scarlet cheeks and lips,</div>
-<div class="verse">And she sings rough songs to the drunken throngs</div>
-<div class="verse">That come from the sealing ships.</div>
-<div class="verse">For a rouge-stained kiss from this infamous miss</div>
-<div class="verse">They will give a seal’s sleek fur,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or perhaps a sable, if they are able;</div>
-<div class="verse">It’s much the same to her.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oh, the North Countree is a rough countree,</div>
-<div class="verse">That mothers a bloody brood;</div>
-<div class="verse">And its icy arms hold hidden charms</div>
-<div class="verse">For the greedy, the sinful and lewd.</div>
-<div class="verse">And strong men rust, from the gold and the lust</div>
-<div class="verse">That sears the Northland soul,</div>
-<div class="verse">But the wickedest born from the Pole to the Horn</div>
-<div class="verse">Was the Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal!</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>God Bless the “Y.”</h3>
-
-<p>A mud-spattered dough-boy slouched into
-the ‘Y’ hut where an entertainment was in
-progress and slumped into a front seat.</p>
-
-<p>Firm, kindly, and efficient, a Y. M. C. A.
-man approached him, saying: “Sorry, buddy,
-but the entire front section is reserved for
-officers.”</p>
-
-<p>Wearily the youth rose.</p>
-
-<p>“All right,” he drawled, “but the one I just
-got back from wasn’t.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>A Test For You</h3>
-
-<p><i>On our recent visit in Los Angeles we became contaminated
-with Ham Beall’s filosophy. (Note to the boys:
-This was written just before Ham went on the wagon.)</i></p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He is not drunk who from the floor,</div>
-<div class="verse">Can rise again and drink once more;</div>
-<div class="verse">But he is drunk who prostrate lies,</div>
-<div class="verse">And cannot either drink or rise.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>The Flesh Pots of Egypt</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<p class="by">BY REV. “GOLIGHTLY” MORRILL</p>
-
-<p class="center">Pastor, People’s Church, Minneapolis, Minn.</p>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Allah be praised! Here I am in Alexandria,
-the city founded by Alexander
-the Great. Yet Alex. could never conquer
-this part of the world today—the smells
-would put him to rout. This polyglot port is
-in “Lower” Egypt, and its dives are among the
-lowest found anywhere. The Rue des Soeurs
-is a street where crooked people go straight to
-perdition. Gambling hells are overflowing.
-Sailors and soldiers from the four corners of
-the globe crowd the cafes, where guitars twang,
-pianos jangle, drunks bawl, booze flows, choruses
-cheer and women leer. Fleshy Fatimas,
-overpainted and underclothed prowl about the
-street seeking whom they may devour. From
-lighted windows come droning nasal songs—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Ya benat Iskendereeyeh,” etc.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“O ye damsels of Alexandria!</div>
-<div class="verse">Your walk over the furniture is alluring:</div>
-<div class="verse">Ye wear the Kashmeer shawl with embroidered work,</div>
-<div class="verse">And your lips are sweet as sugar.”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>All aboard for Cairo, city of the Caliphs,
-and I felt like taking a board and spanking
-the exposed anatomy of the Arab youths who
-posed along the railroad tracks to shock and
-mock the passengers.</p>
-
-<p>Leaving the black sheep tourists at “Shepherds”
-Hotel, I visited the mosques which are
-as numerous in Cairo as mosquitoes in New
-Jersey. There may be a thousand; I visited
-five hundred, more or less. Sometimes I took
-off my slippers at the outer door, and at others
-I wore a kind of moccasin over my tourist
-shoes and shuffled and slid over the old floors,
-wondering how in the name of everything
-sacred I could profane anything with a good
-“sole” like mine. In my fling about the city I
-visited the Whirling Dervishes who whirled
-and dervished for me to my heart’s content
-with a poetry of motion a Sitka Indian could
-never attain. My head grows dizzy and my
-stomach faint when I think of them and their
-musical accompaniment of tambourines and
-flutes which were a cross between an ungreased
-saw and the breathing of an overdriven horse.
-I left before these human tops stopped spinning,
-and I carried away the memory of their
-tomato-can hats, bell-shaped robes, half-closed
-eyes, drooping heads and extended arms. I
-still see the uplifted right palm catching a
-blessing from Allah, the left hand turned down
-to bestow it.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Cairo’s amusements are varied: you may
-attend the opera house and listen to Italian
-music or see a French farce; take a turn at the
-hippodrome and have a circus; or stop at an
-open air play on the Esbekeeyah; or, if religiously
-inclined, take in the convent with its
-dancing dervishes and barbarous music; watch
-snake-charmers, glass-eaters, sword-swallowers,
-long-haired fakirs, chibook-smokers and munchers
-of scorpions; sip cafe noir (that looks and
-tastes like sweetened Nile mud) in a little shop
-where the waiters and loungers are as thick as
-the drink; or see Arabs gamble with dice and
-cards, much as they do in America; go to a kind
-of vaudeville, where a stringed band of lady-performers
-try to beguile travelers, with American
-airs and Persian dances, into buying drinks
-for them at the rate of one or two dollars a
-bottle, and poor stuff at that; or meander
-through the Fish Market at midnight where
-streets are filled with citizens and sight-seers,
-sidewalks with roystering soldiers, bazaars
-with shrewd traders, dens with drunken
-natives, and miles of houses with women outcasts
-from all quarters of the globe, leering,
-lurking and lustful, caged like wild beasts behind
-iron-barred gratings which are necessary
-to keep them from murderous assault on the
-morals, money and lives of the passersby. I
-was held up in an alleyway by a beautiful
-Ghawazee girl who said, with outstretched
-hand, “Me backsheesh to give God.” She would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
-need a bank-roll to get full pardon for her multitudinous
-mistakes. The resorts where naked
-women invite you to see the “Danse du Ventre,”
-a Terpsichorean exercise not noted for its modesty,
-and the mahsheshehs, or hang-outs where
-hasheesh smokers stimulate themselves into
-idiotic talk and laughter and stupefy their
-brains into a narcotic nepenthe of poverty, hunger
-and dirt, may seem quite unethical to the
-Occidental tenderfoot, but they are Christian
-places of entertainment compared with those
-infamous joints in the Fish Market where men,
-dressed up like women, carry on. These bordels
-had their prototype of old in the Egyptian temples
-of Isis.</p>
-
-<p>I entered a Cafe Chantant where, before an
-entranced audience, two daughters of the
-desert, with incandescent kohl-stained eyes and
-sin-stained souls, were going through the
-sinuous undulations of the “hooche-cooche.”
-They moved their necks to and fro like cobras
-before a snake-charmer, and the motion of hip,
-breast and abdomen thrilled the spectators.
-These Egyptian dancers show a laxity of muscles
-and morals, and dance in a way that makes
-it unnecessary to attend a gymnasium. The
-dishes served were delicate, but the songs were
-indelicate, to say the least. There was a very
-pathetic one which I translate:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“O damsel! thy silk shirt is worn out, and thine arms have become visible,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span>
-<div class="verse">And I fear for thee, on account of the blackness of thine eyes.</div>
-<div class="verse">I desire to intoxicate myself, and kiss thy cheeks,</div>
-<div class="verse">And do deeds that ’Antar did not.”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>The Oriental orchestra was made up of a
-darabooka drum, made of a wooden cylinder
-over which is stretched a parchment; the tar,
-a sort of tambourine; the kemengeh, a viol of
-two strings with a cocoanut sounding-body; the
-kanoon, a stringed instrument held on the
-knees and played with the fingers; the ’ood, a
-guitar with seven double strings; and the nay,
-a reed flute blown at the end. The music produced
-is most unspeakably unspiritual and
-nasally noisome. It outranks the obligato
-serenade of a love-sick tom-cat. The melody is
-old as the Libyan hills. Is this what Mark
-Antony heard when he fell for Cleopatra? If
-so, what a fall there was, my countrymen!</p>
-
-<p>Here I bade adieu to the country which has
-all that was, is and ever will be. Good-bye,
-Egypt! Land of faro-banks and Pharaoh mummies—of
-backsheesh, bad smells, sphinx and
-blase globe-trotters! Paradise of palm trees,
-pyramids and postcard-venders! Desert domain
-of donkeys, dirt and dervishes—of tombs,
-temples, turbaned thieves and veiled vampires!
-Home of camel, crocodile, can-can and Cleopatra!
-Farewell, till we meet again!</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Even cultivated girls sometimes grow wild.</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Pasture Pot Pourri</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<h3>Motto For Married Men</h3>
-
-<p>Be sure you are right and then keep still about it.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="bold"><i>I don’t like girls that bob their hair, use
-rouge or powder, wear short skirts or roll their
-socks.</i></p>
-
-<p class="bold"><i>I haven’t got a girl, either.</i></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Knock-kneed Blues</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">There’s only one thing I can’t understan’,</div>
-<div class="verse">How a bowlegged woman loves a knockkneed man.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Little Cowlet O’ Mine</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><i>I have a little calf,</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>(The kind that eats the hay)</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>It gets its ate</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>La tete a tete</i></div>
-<div class="verse"><i>Through the milky way.</i></div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Every right-minded woman is cheered by the
-thought of having pretty undies on—even if
-nobody sees them.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="bold"><i>In the battle-scarred words of the cave-man:
-“I want my wine weak and my women strong.”</i></p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Height of Economy</h3>
-
-<p>To eat your meals in front of a looking glass
-and think you are having twice as much.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="smaller"><i>If a corset cover covers a corset, what does a corset
-cover?</i></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Harness Shop Ad</h3>
-
-<p class="bold"><i>“Our buckles won’t hurt you.”</i></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Our Robbinsdale bootlegger refused to sell
-me absinthe because he said it is against the
-law.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="bold"><i>Hello, there, old fellow, where’d you get the
-new hat?</i></p>
-
-<p class="bold"><i>Oh, my wife didn’t expect me home until
-twelve last night and I got in a little earlier.</i></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Bow and Arrow Bull</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller sans">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">QUIVERS ran up and down her spine,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">When his STRING of bull he’d throw;</div>
-<div class="verse">For she was an ARROW minded kid</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">And he was her loving BOW.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>In the immortal telegram of Ikey Goldstein:
-“Twins arrived; mine died.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Hall Caine’s description of women:</p>
-
-<p>“Women are like sheep’s broth. If there’s a
-head and a heart in them they’re good, and if
-there isn’t you might as well be supping hot
-water.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>I’m So Weak I Nearly Faint</h3>
-
-<div class="smaller">
-
-<p>Says the pail to the milk, “You look awfully pale.”</p>
-
-<p>Says the milk to the pail, “If you’d gone through what
-I have, you’d be pale, too!”</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Our idea of nothing is a bung hole without
-a barrel.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller sans">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Mamma’s in heaven,</div>
-<div class="verse">Papa’s in jail,</div>
-<div class="verse">Sister’s on Broadway,</div>
-<div class="verse">Earning papa’s bail.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Paddy’s New Boots</h3>
-
-<p>These shoes are too tight. Be jabbers, oi’ll
-have to wear them a couple of times before oi
-can get thim on.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="smaller">Let us now sing the old familiar ballad, “When a
-goat is right behind you it’s no time to lace your shoe.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Another Clean Joke</h3>
-
-<div class="bold">
-
-<p><i>A handkerchief and a sock, by chance met in
-a tub at the laundry.</i></p>
-
-<p><i>“How did you get in here?” asked the sock.</i></p>
-
-<p><i>“Oh, I was blown in,” replied the handkerchief.</i></p>
-
-<p><i>“I was scent,” said the sock.</i></p>
-
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>“I’ve got to hand it to you,” quavered the
-citizen as he passed over his pocketbook to the
-hold-up man.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Discovery of America</h3>
-
-<p>Columbus was walking down the main street
-of Spain one day when he saw Queen Elizabeth
-riding along in her new Henry super four.</p>
-
-<p>He called to her, saying, “Howd’y Bella.”
-She said, “Hello, Colum, hop in.” They were
-on pretty intimate terms, at the time, and there
-was quite a bit of scandal going around concerning
-them.</p>
-
-<p>After a little Columbus said, “Say, Bella, I
-believe if I had a couple of schooners I could
-sail over and discover America.” She answered,
-“All right, Colum.”</p>
-
-<p>Soon after, Columbus sailed away and sailed
-for years and years. One day one of his men
-hurried below and in an excited voice said,
-“Columbus, I see land.”</p>
-
-<p>On landing, they found the Indians all lined
-up and down the shore waiting for them.
-Columbus stepped ahead and said, “Hello, is
-this the United States?” “Yes,” said the chief,
-“we got your cablegram and have been waiting
-here to be discovered.” Whereupon Columbus
-erected a post and put up a brass tablet
-giving date of discovery, etc.</p>
-
-<p>After that, he moved to Ohio, and anyone
-passing can see Columbus in Ohio.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Recruit, Boys!</h3>
-
-<p>She—Did you get a commission in the army?</p>
-
-<p>Private—No, I just got a straight salary.</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Movie Hot Stuff</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Clara Smith Hamon, now Mrs. John
-Gorman, is no longer in possession of her
-$2,500 automobile. The car was recently
-attached for payments overdue. Her picture
-“Fate” was given its final death blow as a
-money producer when the Arbuckle affair
-roused the censorship broil anew.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Because his old friend Claire Windsor
-met Charlie Chaplin at the depot in Los
-Angeles on his recent return from
-Europe, the newspapers hinted a new romance.
-However, Whiz Bang’s astute investigators did
-not go to the depot, but upon taking a chance
-peek into Charlie’s drawing room, discovered
-among a very few close friends, little May
-Collins and her mama.</p>
-
-<p>Evidently the little Collins-Chaplin romance
-is still on. Pretty foxie, Charlie!</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">Married men out west are having an
-awful time. You know the cleverest
-hold-up men and crooks in the U. S. A.
-beat it for California every fall to keep abreast
-to the tourist wealth which goes west as well.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
-These desperadoes often take an auto of an
-evening, drive into the suburban towns or
-near the lonely stretches of Pacific beach, and
-hold up loving couples who are spooning in
-autos along the roadside. Now, you see if you
-happen to be married and are out with the
-pretty steno or an extra girl, and you are held
-up, relieved of diamonds, watches and money,
-you can’t very well report it to the police, can
-you? Reporters have an annoying way of getting
-news from police chiefs and, regardless of
-your rage against thugs and hold-up men, you
-surmise it would be better to swallow your loss.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Domestic note—Alice Brady, who in private
-life is Mrs. Thomas Crane, has retired from
-stage and screen, it is said, in anticipation of
-an interesting family event.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">From “location” to a “one night stand” in
-the county jail was the recent plight of
-Texas Guinan, film beauty and former
-musical comedy favorite. Approximately fifteen
-hours the movie star basked in the bastile,
-and all on account of an unpaid old grocery
-bill.</p>
-
-<p>The turnkeys are glad she is out. They are
-willing she reign on Broadways if she will
-keep herself out of prison row. The tank heroes
-shaved themselves as never before, donned Sunday
-neckties and bartered keepsakes for standing
-room back of the great steel doorway where<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
-they might perchance catch a glimpse of Texas.
-However, they were disappointed, for Texas
-was temperamental and made no appearance in
-the downstairs “prison drawing room.” Nosegays
-and noes arrived, but Texas announced
-from her “dressing room” that she never “received”
-before noon. According to rumors, Mrs.
-Peete and Madalynne Obenchain displayed real
-professional jealousy.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Lost</h3>
-
-<p class="center sans">By James Whitcomb Riley.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">’Twas a summer ago, when he left me here,</div>
-<div class="verse">A summer of smiles with never a tear,</div>
-<div class="verse">Till I said to him, with a sob: my dear,</div>
-<div class="verse">Good-by, my lover, good-by!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">For I love him, oh! as the stars love night!</div>
-<div class="verse">And my cheeks for him flushed red and white</div>
-<div class="verse">When first he called me his heart’s delight.</div>
-<div class="verse">Good-by, my lover, good-by!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The touch of his hand was a thing divine,</div>
-<div class="verse">As he sat with me in the soft moonshine,</div>
-<div class="verse">And drank of love as men drink wine.</div>
-<div class="verse">Good-by, my lover, good-by!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">And never a night as I knelt in prayer,</div>
-<div class="verse">In a gown as white as our own souls wear,</div>
-<div class="verse">But in fancy he came and kissed me there:</div>
-<div class="verse">Good-by, my lover, good-by!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But now, God! what an empty place</div>
-<div class="verse">My whole heart is! Of the old embrace</div>
-<div class="verse">And the kiss I loved there lives no trace:</div>
-<div class="verse">Good-by, my lover, good-by!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He sailed not over the stormy sea,</div>
-<div class="verse">And he went not down in the waves—not he;</div>
-<div class="verse">But, oh! he is lost, for he married me:</div>
-<div class="verse">Good-by, my lover, good-by!</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>How to Get the Dough</h3>
-
-<p>The oil field filosopher reports the following:</p>
-
-<p>My father got rich selling tickets at the
-moving picture show. When a man came up to
-buy a ticket he would throw down a two dollar
-bill or a five. Father would blow his breath
-in his face and say, “How many?” The man
-would say, “Oh, never mind, keep the change.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Just because you’re a ham, you needn’t think
-you’re Swift. That’s all the jokes I know, but
-there Armour.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Wet Times Ahead</h3>
-
-<p>Steamer Captain—Save yourself! The
-vessel is going down. Here, sir (to indifferent
-passenger), what are you passing that hat for
-in a situation like this?</p>
-
-<p>Passenger—I’m just providing a sinking
-fund for our widows and orphans, captain.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>He’d Tested Her</h3>
-
-<p>“I’ve got the fastest typist in the city.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, that’s the only complaint I have
-against mine.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Some marriages make one wonder why a
-man should want to keep a cow when free milk
-is running down the gutter. A ladle costs less
-than a cradle.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Tramp’s Plea</h3>
-
-<p>“Good mornin’ this evenin’, how do you do
-tomorrow?”</p>
-
-<p>“Got any good drinking water?”</p>
-
-<p>“Would you mind giving a poor man a drink
-of liquor?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m so hungry, I ain’t got nowhere to stay
-all night?”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>“Dat may all be,” reckons Raspin’ Rastus,
-when told that the Good Book says the lion
-and lamb lie down together, “But ah cain’t
-fin’ no place where it says dat lamb eber got
-up.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Let This Be Your Philosophy of Life</h3>
-
-<p>“Act as if the destiny of the universe depended
-on your acts.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>My girl is so pretty that whenever she
-boards a street car, the advertising is a total
-loss.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Our History Lesson</h3>
-
-<p>During the Middle Ages rich men condemned
-to death would hire substitutes to die
-in their places. Many poor people made a
-living in such manner.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p class="smaller"><i>Say, dear, how’d you like to open my pay envelope?</i></p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Puff Me Up, Kid</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">She’s the kippiest kid,</div>
-<div class="verse">Hair of gold, baby eyes</div>
-<div class="verse">And a wonderful figure.</div>
-<div class="verse">Oh boy, how she can love.</div>
-<div class="verse">Many times a day</div>
-<div class="verse">I caress her cheek,</div>
-<div class="verse">Her mouth her nose.</div>
-<div class="verse">She jealously guards me.</div>
-<div class="verse">I live where wise men</div>
-<div class="verse">Fear to peep.</div>
-<div class="verse">I’m some guy, I am,</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea brother,</div>
-<div class="verse">I’m some powder puff.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Hard Boiled Muggsy</h3>
-
-<p>A mission worker on the lower East Side,
-New York, was telling the story of Adam and
-Eve to a group of tough kids. When he was
-through, one boy asked Hard-boiled Muggsy
-what it was all about.</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll tell yer,” said Muggsy, “there was a
-guy and a ‘broad’ in a garden. They ‘snitched’
-an apple; a snake ‘peached’ on ’em, and God
-said tuhel with ’em.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Smackum Smackaday</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Someday—I’m going to take—</div>
-<div class="verse">Somebody—</div>
-<div class="verse">Somewhere—where there isn’t anybody—and—</div>
-<div class="verse">Somehow—I’m going to give her a sweet kiss—</div>
-<div class="verse">Something—she wants—and then—</div>
-<div class="verse">Sometime—later—she’ll find—</div>
-<div class="verse">Someway—to get me away—some—</div>
-<div class="verse">Summer—day—to get—</div>
-<div class="verse">Somemore—of the same thing.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Classified Ads</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<h3>A Serious Accident</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From Zanesville Times-Recorder)</p>
-
-<p class="sans">Miss Mayite Collins has sued John L. Nelson at Columbus for
-$5,000.00 damages as the result of an accident on the bathing-beach
-toboggan at Buckeye Lake last July. Miss Collins says she
-picked up a splinter while sliding down the toboggan, severely
-wounding her dignity.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>A Soft Job</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From Omaha Bee)</p>
-
-<p class="sans">More ladies wanted for decorating pillows at home. Experience
-unnecessary.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Our Agony Column</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From the London Post)</p>
-
-<p class="sans">T. B. (Maiden Lane)—Very many thanks—and more power to
-your elbow. Best wishes to Madame and “her wicked sister.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Suppose He Comes Home?</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From the Nashville Tennessean.)</p>
-
-<p class="sans">Account husband traveling and being uneasy at nights will
-rent one or two rooms to congenial gentlemen at moderate rate
-in modern brick home; easy walking distance. Apply in person,
-1506 McGavock.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>The Corset Revue</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From the Jersey Journal.)</p>
-
-<p class="sans">WANTED—Stout model and perfect medium figure for corset
-promenade for three evenings. Apply at once, 162 Monticello Ave.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>A fool friend can wield a hammer as effectively
-as a bitter enemy.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Everybody’s Winner</h3>
-
-<p>An old colored mammy whose husband had
-just successfully sued for divorce came slowly
-down the court-house steps, talking to herself:
-“Dar ain’t no justice in dis heah wo’ld. Dat
-useless ol’ husband of mine he got his divorce,
-he got de house, got de money, got mah free
-chil’en and dey ain’t none of ’em his’n.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Blank Verse</h3>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I held her in my arms.</div>
-<div class="verse">“Do you believe</div>
-<div class="verse">In free love?”</div>
-<div class="verse">I asked.</div>
-<div class="verse">“No!” she replied</div>
-<div class="verse">Indignantly,</div>
-<div class="verse">“But ... umm</div>
-<div class="verse">Kiss me again!”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container smaller">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I like</div>
-<div class="verse">The way fellows</div>
-<div class="verse">Speak of</div>
-<div class="verse">MY woman</div>
-<div class="verse">MY girl....</div>
-<div class="verse">Such is</div>
-<div class="verse">The conceit</div>
-<div class="verse">Of man!</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Perhaps Luther was right when he said that
-God is a piece of white paper upon which every
-man draws a picture of his own face.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Atchew!</h3>
-
-<p>Lotta—“What gave George that awful cold?”</p>
-
-<p>Bull—“I don’t know, but I saw him out on
-the lawn with a mighty thin girl last night.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>If She Squeaks, Oil Her</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From Our Navy)</p>
-
-<p>“The rifle is the marine’s best friend,” he
-said. “He must never neglect it. He must
-treat it as he treats his wife and wipe it over
-with an oily rag twice a day.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Shall We Forgive Her?</h3>
-
-<p>A dainty little blonde miss of twenty-two
-stepped into a phone booth. She drew forth
-from a small trunk (called a vanity case) a
-nickel. She placed the nickel in the slot with
-the softest, white and well kept hands that
-anyone has seen. She took up the receiver and
-with a soft sweet voice of a great singer spoke
-the number to the operator. She waited and
-waited and waited and waited, first on one foot
-and then on the other. She had waited an
-awful long time. All of a sudden she banged
-the receiver down and hissed between her
-lovely, pearly teeth, a well sounded “Damn it.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>The fellow who asks a girl for a kiss doesn’t
-stand half a chance with the live wire who
-kisses a girl first and then asks her how she
-likes it.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Liberal Wife</h3>
-
-<p>Wife (to attractive husband)—“Have you
-kissed the new cook yet, William?”</p>
-
-<p>Husband—“Why—er—no.”</p>
-
-<p>Wife—“Well, stupid, what are you waiting
-for? You know what a hard time we had to
-get her.”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>People who live in rag houses shouldn’t
-throw bones.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Honesty, the Cheap Policy</h3>
-
-<p>Hear John West got two years for stealing
-a horse?</p>
-
-<p>Yes, serves him right. Why didn’t he buy
-it and not pay?</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Preacher—Don’t you know it’s wrong to put
-worms on that hook and insert it in a fish?</p>
-
-<p>Johnnie—These aren’t worms, but that’s
-what the other suckers thought.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>The strength of a kiss is generally measured
-by its length.—Byron.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>All Some Have to Tell</h3>
-
-<p>“Why is it,” asks the exchange man of The
-Arkansas Gazette, “that a man rarely grows too
-old or too religious to get a thrill out of telling
-what a devil he was in his youth?”</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p>Man proposes, woman supposes, marriage
-composes and divorce exposes.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>That Waltz</h3>
-
-<p class="center">BY THE GEORGIA CRACKER</p>
-
-<p>As the music began, the lights grew soft
-and dim. I watched the couples as they passed
-like phantoms in the darkness.</p>
-
-<p>Then I saw her, dancing with some wretched
-novice who could scarcely keep on his feet. How
-lovely and how wretched she looked.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Kathleen!” I exclaimed, half aloud, and
-advanced.</p>
-
-<p>“May I break?” I asked, and took her into
-my arms.</p>
-
-<p>Her dancing—how can I describe it? She
-moved like some sprite—sure-footed languorous,
-as light as a summer cloud.</p>
-
-<p>Drawing her to me, I suited my steps to the
-slow, yearning melody of the waltz. As we
-glided in the semi-darkness, oblivious of the
-passing couples she pressed her glowing cheek
-to mine and breathed quickly.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh”—</p>
-
-<p>“Sweetheart, why cannot I hold you like this
-forever? I feel that you are a part of my very
-soul!”</p>
-
-<p>“Hold me—oh, hold me tight!”</p>
-
-<p>“I have lived always for this moment.
-Dearest, you are the only girl in the whole
-world—you <i>are</i> the whole world”—</p>
-
-<p>And there, our eyes closed in ecstasy, I
-kissed her.</p>
-
-<p>“I love you! The universe was made for
-the rapture of this moment. The stars have
-shone in vain for ages that they might light
-your eyes now! All time has been but a prelude
-to this second! Say you love me! Just say it!”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, Jimmy, you know I do!”</p>
-
-<p>“Why, Kathleen, this isn’t Jimmy!” I cried.</p>
-
-<p>“And this isn’t Kathleen,” replied the
-stranger.</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2><i>Our Rural Mail Box</i></h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Jack Tar</i></b>—Tell her that it was a balloon.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Ima Frade</i></b>—If you are gun-shy, go with a
-soldier, then you’ll soon get used to having
-arms around you.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Fumey Gait</i></b>—A bully game of cards would
-be Pedro.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Gracie</i></b>—The mere fact that the tears run
-down the back of a cross-eyed person does not
-indicate they have bacteria.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Dora Knobs</i></b>—A cigarette and a bottle of
-beer are sure to make a delightful breakfast
-for a lady of careless morals after a night of
-arduous cavorting.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Tooth Ache Kid</i></b>—When suffering from a
-violent toothache in the hollow of a tooth, fill
-the cavity with whisky and hold there thirty
-seconds with your head cocked to one side.
-Swallow whisky and refill cavity. Repeat this
-treatment a few hundred times and if it doesn’t
-give relief, try wood alcohol instead.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Brother Eagle</i></b>—When suffering from exhaustion,
-the patient should be put in a cool
-shady wine room. A Scotch and soda in a
-tall thin glass with plenty of ice may be given
-at intervals, and should a tickling ensue give
-patient pink sporting page and turn on
-phonograph. Continue this treatment until
-patient kicks phonograph into the alley. This
-is what is known as the negative test and is
-proof of patient’s recovery.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Ab. Doman</i></b>—Yes, married men make the
-best husbands.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Kauph E. Keuler</i></b>—If you can’t drink coffee
-out of a saucer without scalding your nose, use
-a bowl.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>Herr Nett</i></b>—When you make a present to a
-woman, always leave the cost tag on it; it will
-save her a trip downtown.</p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<p><b><i>All Readers</i></b>—I would like to know whether
-a zebra is a white animal with black stripes or
-a black animal with white stripes.—<b><i>Captain
-Billy.</i></b></p>
-
-<div class="starbreak">* * *</div>
-
-<h3>Pee-Ess</h3>
-
-<p><i>Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow your
-bootlegger may get caught.</i></p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<div class="bbox w40">
-
-<h2>Whiz Bang City, Oklahoma</h2>
-
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px; margin-top: 1em;">
-<img src="images/whizbangcity.jpg" width="500" height="225" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang is the first magazine
-to have a “city” named after it.</p>
-
-<p>The thriving little oil town of Oklahoma has
-been christened Whiz Bang City. The picture
-shown on this page is by courtesy of Vince Dillon,
-photographer of Fairfax, Okla. Upon close examination,
-“kind readers” note that all of the
-buildings are new and that a truck standing in
-front of the garage bears the sign Nitroglycerine.
-However, there is no connection between nitroglycerine
-and the Whiz Bang. It is true that we
-have an explosion, but ours is harmless, and used
-to blow out the spleen of the American human
-instead of Mother Earth.</p>
-
-<p>Well, anyway, folk, here’s wishing many
-happy days to Whiz Bang City and its live
-citizens.</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<div class="bbox w40 all-purple">
-
-<h2><i>Our Winter Annual</i></h2>
-
-<p>In addition to republication of gems of earlier issues
-of Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang, the first complete Winter
-Annual of this great family journal contains a large
-variety of brand new jokes, jests, jingles, pot pourri
-stories and smokehouse poetry. This book, Pedigreed
-Follies of 1921-22, contains four times as much reading
-matter as the regular issue of the Whiz Bang and sells
-for one dollar per copy. It is a book which will be
-cherished by the readers for years to come, and holds
-the greatest collection of red-blooded poetry yet put in
-print. Included in the list are:</p>
-
-<div class="sans">
-
-<p>Johnnie and Frankie, The Face on the Barroom Floor,
-The Shooting of Dan McGrew, The Harpy, Lasca (in full),
-The Girl in the Blue Velvet Band, Langdon Smith’s “Evolution,”
-Advice to Men, Advice to Women, Our Own Fairy
-Queen, Stunning Percy LaDue, Parody on Kipling’s
-Ladies, Toledo Slim.</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<p>Orders are now being received and will be mailed in the
-order in which they are received. Tear off the
-attached blank and mail to us today with your check,
-money order or stamps.</p>
-
-<hr class="all-purple" />
-
-<p class="hanging sans">Whiz Bang,<br />
-Robbinsdale, Minnesota</p>
-
-<p class="noindent">Gentlemen:</p>
-
-<p>Enclosed is dollar bill, check, money order or stamps
-for $1.00 for which please send me the Winter Annual
-of Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang, “Pedigreed Follies of
-1921-22.”</p>
-
-<div class="form">Name</div>
-
-<div class="form">Address</div>
-
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<div class="w20 purple">
-
-<p class="center larger"><i class="u all-purple">Everywhere!</i></p>
-
-<p><i>Whiz Bang</i> is on sale
-at all leading hotels,
-news stands, 25 cents
-single copies; on trains
-30 cents, or may be
-ordered direct from
-the publisher at 25
-cents single copies;
-two-fifty a year.</p>
-
-<p>One dollar for the
-WINTER ANNUAL.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/bull.jpg" width="200" height="75" alt="A bull" />
-</div>
-
-</div>
-
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