Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang, Vol. III. No. 31, March, 1922
They’re Going Fast!
Whiz Bang’s greatest book—The Winter AnnualPedigreed Follies of 1921-22—hot off thepress. Orders are now being mailed. There willbe no delay as long as the supply lasts. If yournews stand’s quota is sold out—
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Or your check, money order or stamps
To the coupon on the back page.
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REMEMBER, FOLK
Last year our Annual (which was only one fourthas large as the 1921-22 book) was sold outon the Pacific Coast within three or four days,and not a copy could be bought anywhere in theUnited States within ten days.
So hurry up! First Come will be First Served!
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Don’t write for early back copies of our regular issue.
We haven’t any left.
Captain Billy’s
Whiz Bang
America’s Magazine of
Wit, Humor and
Filosophy
MARCH, 1922 Vol. III. No. 31
Published Monthly
W. H. Fawcett,
at Robbinsdale, Minnesota
Entered as second-class matter May 1, 1920, at the postoffice atRobbinsdale, Minnesota, under theAct 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 partpermitted when properly credited to Capt. Billy’s Whiz Bang.
“We have room for but one soul loyalty and that isloyalty 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 newsstands or by direct mail to Robbinsdale. We join in noclubbing offers, nor do we give premiums. Two-fifty ayear in advance.
Edited by a Spanish and World War Veteran anddedicated to the fighting forces of the United States
Drippings From the Fawcett
Three weeks of Havana’s cliquot, bacardi,cervesa, horse races, jai alai, casino, andthe rattly-bang-bang, of garbage cans,piercing shrieks of peddlers, not to mentionrip-snorting roaring and exhausted automobiles,have had their exhilarating effects on theusual hum drum existence that has been mypart of living on a quiet Minnesota farm. Thecontrast is pleasant although somewhat tiresome.There’s been too much excitement forthe little old editor of this family journal oftravel.
Sometime in the dim and distant past I wastold that the mo