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# "How Love Came to Pocahontas" - Judge Magazine This is a satirical story illustrated with anachronistic comedy. The text mocks the romanticized "Pocahontas" narrative by inserting modern absurdities: Chief Powhatan smokes a "highly decorated pipe of reinforced concrete," and the timeline references "Otto Sobwoski (who became the most famous writer of free verse in New York)." The illustrations show domestic comedy rather than historical drama—a father figure ordering around servants in a comically exaggerated "primitive" setting. The joke appears to be puncturing the nobility of the Pocahontas legend by depicting it as mundane domestic life with incongruous modern details. The reference to Pocahontas's "peroxide wig" and her mention of "John" (implying a suitor) suggests the story parodies the famous love narrative, treating it as silly gossip rather than historical romance. The overall effect is irreverent mockery of American foundational mythology.
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Draven by Jouy Cosarunn Tur Woop Atcono. Tree How Love Came to Pocahonta By EK. B. Crosswurrt LD Chief Powhatan sat within his wigwam, non- chalantly puffing upon a highly decorated pipe of reinforced concrete, and striving to hide behind a horny hand the yawns of utter boredom, with which his face was reft in twain from time to tim ‘The moment of which I chronicle was one of the landmarks in the very dawn of America’s history just 125 years, 4 months, and 23 days before Otto Sobwoski (who became the most famous writer of free verse in New York) landed upon those inhospitable shores, a stranger in ular intervals as she advanced. Again the Chief of the Flatheads grunted, then spoke, his accents guttural and fraught with dignity sIvia, send unto me Pocahon- tas, that she may entertain me. Beat it!” Sylvia scrambled in wild haste to her feet, and flapped through the door, returning in less time than it takes to say Vladivostok, drag- ng a blushing damsel of twenty eight behind her The eyes of the august chief lighted as they fell upon the pride of the Flatheads. ‘* Pokey,” he said in a pleading voice, “be a a strange land... . But to re- turn to my story. Chief Powhatan grunted, fixed a bleary eye upon a fat, shapeless squaw crouching before the door. then grunted three times more in marching cadence. The servant- woman fell into a paroxysm of trembling, and crawled towards the tiger-skin rug upon which her lord and master sat, bumping hi head upon the tiled floor at reg- Drawn by Sav 1 Child— Mother, b can that poor animal rd a coat like yours. good li'l girland dance the shimmy for me.” “Oh, fawthah, how can you joke so?” gurgled Pocahontas, blushing to the roots of her per- oxide wig, “of course Iw Ly Anyway, I'm sure John wouldn't want m } “John?” shouted “John? Who the biank is John? “He's the Powhatan, blankety most adorable © comicbooks-com