Judge, 1917-09-22 · page 5 of 28
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This appears to be a futuristic fantasy story rather than political satire. The illustration shows an early airplane flying over a mountainous landscape, captioned "The Fox Hunter of the Future." The text describes a Cavalier character who has won a Baby Girl (referred to as "the Youngest Princess") from a Roman Senator. The narrative involves the Cavalier bringing her to his domicile, where she proves precocious and charming—even correcting his manners and making witty observations about his six unattractive sisters. The "future" element seems to reference the airplane technology, suggesting this is speculative fiction imagining how courtship and adventure might occur in an advanced technological age. The tone is light romantic comedy rather than political commentary.
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weema Cy eS THE HE Cavalier yielded the Daughter of the Nile to a Roman Senator and sought the far end of the veranda. Across the lawn lay the polo field, a grey and lifeless lake in the moon- light; beyond it a wavering line of Jap- anese lanterns marked the parking space, crowded with cars. From within came the rhythmic pulsations of a popular fox trot. He perched his blue velvet person on the veranda rail, settled his back com- fortably against a pillar and fumbled in the gold lace of his tunic. Presently he drew forth a cigarette and a box of matches. Holding these in one hand he adjusted the curtain of his domino with the other, placed the cigarette between his lips and struck a light. The carefully arranged curtain dropped into place en- shrouding the cigarette, and the match, burning low, touched his fingers with flame. He threw it from him hastily. “Damn!” said the Cavalier. “Oh!” came a voice from the shadows. THE FOX HUNTER OF THE FUTURE YOUNGEST By STEWART WELLS The Cavalier turned abruptly and— beheld the Baby Girl. A torrent of bl. curls tumbled un- restrained from under her baby cap. A broad pink sash marked an absurdly low waist line in the bewitchingly shapeless mass of lace that made up her short frock, and her white-socked feet snuggled demurcly in the smallest possible pairof pink satin pumps. Altogether, the Baby Girl was pleasant to look upon. One took the face under the dainty mask for granted. The Cavalier clattered to his feet and swept the floor with his ostrich plume in deep obeisance. “A thousand pardons, Baby Girl,” he said, “I was unaware that I had blun- dered into the nursery. The match "’—he began to explai “Don’t mention it—again,”” said the Baby Girl. “Consider the subject dropped,” said the Cavalier. “The subject,” warned the Baby Girl, PRINCESS “dropped there, on the corner of the rug. It grows brighter every minute!” The Cavalier smothered the smoulder- ing rug beneath his heel. “Am I the first damsel in distres: queried the Baby Girl, “that you rescued? You are a Prince, aren’t you?’ she added doubtfully. Her voice was charming. lier hastened to reassure her. “Tam the Prince of Perhaps,” he an- nounced, “You are not the first damsel Thave rescued, but you are the only one.” The Baby Girl laughed adorably. “A pretty speech, Sir Prince,” she said. “Sit here beside me,” and she made room for him on the settee. “I am not really a Baby Girl, you know,” she confided as he seated himself, “I am the Youngest Princess.” “Yes, Lknow,” sympathized the C: lier, “and you have six unattractive ters who force you to sit all day in the nursery while they attend the parties.” “Yes, of course,” assented the Young- The Cava- comichooks.