Judge, 1919-06-28 · page 32 of 37
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This story illustrates Judge magazine's humorous rewriting of historical legend. The narrative depicts Sir Walter Raleigh allegedly throwing his cloak over a puddle for Queen Elizabeth I—a famous anecdote about courtly gesture and romance. The satire works on multiple levels: it reveals the "true" mercenary details behind the romantic myth (he paid a water-carrier five shillings sixpence), suggests Raleigh's real motive was impressing the Queen to advance his position ("a slick little dodge"), and shows the Queen herself recognizing and appreciating his calculated flattery. The final panel's joke—a young courier's romantic entanglement with "Liz"—undercuts the historical grandeur further, treating the iconic queen as an ordinary girl susceptible to smooth talk. The piece mocks both the sanitized versions of history taught to readers and the timeless human motivations (ambition, romance, self-interest) hiding beneath grand historical narratives.
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