Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 2, No. 21, June, 1921: America's Magazine of Wit, Humor and FilosophyVarious
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 2, No. 21, June, 1921: America's Magazine of Wit, Humor and Filosophy
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American wit and humor -- Periodicals
When clubs are trump, look out for war,
On ocean and on land,
For bloody deeds are often done,
When clubs are held in hand.
At last up turns the darkened spade,
Held by the toiling slave,
And a spade will turn up trump at last,
And dig each player’s grave.
* * * * *
Department Store Gossip
“Lizzie went out with that floorwalker clown,
She said he was filled full of booze
And made her get out and walk back to town,
But there wasn’t no mud on her shoes.
“Far be it from me to run a girl down,
Mistakes I will always excuse,
But when one declares she walked back to town
I look for the mud on her shoes.”
* * * * *
“Fifi” Stillman’s Lullaby
Rock-a-bye baby, little Jay Leeds,
Daddy has women more than he needs;
Through a divorce I’ll get lots of cash,
Because your dear daddy was a little too rash.
* * * * *
The Poppy’s Answer
_Publication in the May issue of the Whiz Bang of “In Flanders Fields”
has brought many requests for “The Poppy’s Answer,” and thus, by special
permission of the author, we offer it herein._
By D. H. Winget
In Flanders fields we poppies grow,
That all the passing world may know
We herald peace—surcease of pain,
For those who fought now live again,
Not in cold stone or mortal arts,
But in the depth of loving hearts,
We bloom afresh above our dead,
Our blossoms deck our hero’s bed
In Flanders fields.
Our Father called us into bloom,
To deck and shield each soldier’s tomb
To bask and glint in glory’s stream,
And fashion every soldier’s dream,
As ’neath our roots he sweetly sleeps,
Each poppy true her vigil keeps,
And gently to the breeze she yields
Her soothing breath
In Flanders fields.
* * * * *
The Girl In the Garden
She lifts her skirts from danger,
With her left hand, while her right
Grasps the nozzle, and the stranger
Gets a very shocking sight.
The neighbors gaze with rapture,
And their interest daily grows,
For they like to see her sprinkle,
And they like to watch the hose.
* * * * *
His eyelids closed, his breath came fast,
His eager lips met hers;
They parted ere the week had passed—
She had a set of furs.
* * * * *
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