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Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 24: I indulged in a friendly game of dancing dominoes last night with my old buddy, Mr. ‘Eighter from Decatur.’ ‘Jimmy Hicks’ and ’Long Legged Liz’ were there, but before I got through I had ‘fever in the South’ and ‘crapped’ out. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 24: One of the favorite
sports of the naughty doughboy is the game known as
African golf. Two galloping dominoes are used in
place of a small ball. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Aug. 40: A nice, large, cooling glass of lager.
You know, the kind we got before the war — the amber fluid
that would almost make you side-slip into a tail spin. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Aug. 24: And of course Harriet sprung the old song and dance about it being ‘so sudden’ . Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 21: Lots of baldheads
have been buying wine for baby dolls in New York for
generations. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 28: Rubbernecking via the bally-ho wagons has received a terrible set-back in the beautiful city of the Angels. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Aug. 4: Until the ‘prohis’ bore down, the word ‘country club’ meant one of the nightly places of revelry [...] These places are somewhat on the blink now. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 9: Bridget failed to get up one morning [...] Instead she yelled downstairs that she was ‘pretty sick.’ Mr. Smith promptly summoned his family doctor who gave the ‘sick’ servant a thorough examination. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Aug. 5: Lottie and another girl were talking in one of the bedrooms regarding the ‘cat’ who had vamped the temporary affections of Lottie's former beau. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 43: I want a Cave-man just for luck, / I’ll not be any sissy’s ‘duck,’ / I'm no ‘honey’ or any such truck — / Me for the Cave-man stuff! Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. : There once was a girlie from Litchen, / Stood scratching herself in the kitchen, / Her father said, ‘Rose, / Coots, I suppose’. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 29: This beautiful chateau [...] is the possession of an illiterate cow-puncher, whose salary is greater than the President’s. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 40: From opium to ‘dipping’ and thieving, / She artfully led day by day. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 24: I indulged in a friendly game of dancing dominoes last night with my old buddy, Mr. ‘Eighter from Decatur.’ ‘Jimmy Hicks’ and ’Long Legged Liz’ were there, but before I got through I had ‘fever in the South’ and ‘crapped’ out. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. cover: All we need to complete the illusion is about three fingers ina wash-tub. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 5: Drier than an Algerian caravan in the Sahara desert, 20 miles from the oasis grog shop. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 25: I recently met a cute little second lieutenant [...] He said his name was Joe Latrino and that he was in the Sanitary Corps [...] Write to him in care of the Captain of the Head, U.S. Navy. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 11: The dance is not sad or hippish but one of joy. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 42: Dear pals, when my ‘hitch’ is completed, / Back to Frisco I’ll journey again;. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 17: After they have made a night of it the boys repair to the ‘House of Lords’ in the district and receive a bath and inoculation of anti-venereal dope. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Aug. 46: Jazz and the bunch jazz with you. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Aug. 11: She tried to stop, she fell derflop [sic]. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Aug. 25: [She] was even as Congress controlling the trusts to a terrier kyoodle with a turpentine enema. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 8: They were the days when we got paid together, painted the town together, and went broke together. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 6: The greatest indoor sport of the military man is to riffle the ‘pasteboards,’ while his outdoor pastime consists of blowing on a pair of galloping dominoes. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 28: No more will the gossip-hungry tourists be fed on the scandal of the movie colony from a megaphone in the hands of a husky-voiced ‘spieler’. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Oct. 6: Rebadow
is neither soldier nor gambler but a dyed-in-the-wool
squawker. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Mar. 33: We shake our fist and call our enemy ‘a blankey-blank- son-of-a-blank’. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Mar. 51: The coolie waiter said you wanted me badly. Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang Mar. 11: The editor met a farmer reader on the street who
was considerably in arrears with his subscription and
suggested that the farmer liquidate, come across, dig
up a little coin.