Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 3, No. 30, February, 1922: America's Magazine of Wit, Humor and FilosophyVarious
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Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 3, No. 30, February, 1922: America's Magazine of Wit, Humor and Filosophy
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American wit and humor -- Periodicals
_“I stuck my finger in a woodpecker’s hole,_
_And the woodpecker said: ‘Gosh darn your soul,’_
_‘Take it out; take it out; take it out; take it out.’”_
* * * * *
The other day I was riding on a street car in Minneapolis. Sitting
opposite me was a very pretty young lady who had a poodle dog in her lap.
Bluenose lady sitting next to the girl addressed her thusly: “My, what
a nasty little dog. Don’t you think, my young lady, it would look much
nicer if you had a little baby in your lap?”
“No,” the pretty one replied in calm even tones, “it wouldn’t. You see
I’m not married.”
* * * * *
Chief Bloberger surveyed a party of hoboes coming down the Great Northern
tracks.
“Here they come, hog fat and crummy, short pipes and red noses. Won’t
work, ain’t allowed to shoot ’em, and if you don’t feed ’em they’ll burn
your barn daown.”
* * * * *
Extra! Extra!
Ladies and gentlemen: Don’t fail to be in Robbinsdale next Tuesday at
four o’clock A. M. to witness the daring feat of Peter, our hired man.
This brave snoose-grinding son of toil will endeavor to dive off the top
of the highest building in Robbinsdale into a six-foot tank of solid
concrete, playing the ukelele, eating raw liver and keeping perfect time.
The spectacular dive by Pete will be for a worthy cause. All proceeds
from the entertainment will be donated to the starving plumbers of
Chicago. Admission free.
* * * * *
Took my wife into a store to assist her in buying a new hat. Like all
women, she tried on nearly every hat in the store. In desperation the
salesman appealed to me with this remark: “How would you like me to try
a sailor for your wife?” Having been in the army for many years, I felt
like suggesting a soldier, for this insulting salesman. Needless to say,
the sale was not made.
* * * * *
On my recent visit to New York I had the pleasure of the company of Mr.
H. A. D’Arcy, author of “The Face Upon the Floor,” which we misnamed
in past issues “The Face Upon the Barroom Floor.” This masterpiece
undoubtedly stands first among popular present day poems, judging
from the many requests we received from Whiz Bang readers for its
republication. To Ye Editor Mr. D’Arcy told the history of how “The Face
Upon the Floor” was inspired:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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