Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 3, No. 27, November, 1921 — God’s Richest Blessing, What Every Girl Thinks, If

God’s Richest Blessing Backward, turn backward, Oh, time in your flight, Give us a maiden with skirts not so tight Give us a girl whose charms many or few, Are not exposed by so much peek-a-boo.

Give us a maiden no matter what age, Who won’t use the street for a vaudeville stage.

Give us a girl not so sharply in view, Dress her in skirts that the sun won’t shine through.

Then give us the dances of days long gone by, With plenty of clothes and steps not so high.

Take away turkey-trot, capers, and butter-milk glide The hurdy-gurdy twist, and wiggle-tail slide.

Then let us feast our tired optics once more On a genuine woman as sweet as of yore.

Yes time, please turn back and grant our request, For God’s richest blessing, but not one undressed.

* * * * * What Every Girl Thinks There’s a little bit of Devil in the swagger of your walk, There’s a little bit of Devil in your sigh.

There’s a little bit of Devil in your senseless loving talk, There’s a Devil in your laughing, teasing eye.

There’s a little bit of angel in the way you love a girl, With a reverence that Woman claims her due.

There’s a little bit of Angel in the way you would protect, Love, and keep her and be tender, kind and true.

Now this Being, Imp and Angel, is a puzzle, I’ll admit, Guess the answer, Gentle Reader, if you can.

How this queer old combination makes you thrill with admiration, When you find this Angel-Devil is a Man.

* * * * * If If she didn’t have her hair bobbed, If she didn’t daub with paint, If she had her dresses made to reach To where the dresses ain’t, If she didn’t have that baby voice, And spoke just as she should;

Don’t you think she’d be as popular?

I hardly think she would.