The Wasp, 1913 · page 165 of 364
The Wasp — 1913 — page 165: what you’re looking at
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This page appears to be from a serialized narrative rather than a political cartoon. The text describes a dramatic scene involving a duel: a governor (Captain Nash) confronts his daughter Elizabeth about a young man who has fled after fighting a duel with someone named Stanton. The daughter is distraught, holding an open letter from the absent man. Without additional context about *The Wasp* magazine's publication date or the specific story being serialized, it's unclear what political or social satire this represents. The scene could be parodying melodramatic 19th-century literature, or it might reference specific historical figures or events from the magazine's era. The emphasis on dueling as an outdated code of honor suggests possible commentary on social conventions, but the exact target remains unclear from this excerpt alone.
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160 THE WASP tions brought forth the story of the duel. The governor swore violently and despatched a party of men to the wooded hills. Then he went to his daughter. The governor found Elizabeth with tears in her eyes and on her cheeks and the open letter in her hand. “Where is he hiding himself?’ demanded Cap- tain Nash. “What’s the matter with the young fool? Does he think I would hang him for fighting a duel, or even for killing his man in fair fight? And I’ve heard about the fight. What does he tell you there?” “He has gone away,” replied Elizabeth in shak- ing tones. “He is in some trouble, I think. He has left the island by now, I fear me. Was he wounded? And with whom did he fight?” “He wasn’t touched. He pinked Stanton very neatly, though the sun was in his eyes. Did they quarrel about you? What has he written to you?” The girl handed the open paper to him and sank her face between her hands. The governor read comichooks.com