The Wasp, 1913 · page 172 of 364
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This page contains fictional narrative text from *The Wasp*, a satirical magazine. It appears to be an excerpt from a serialized story rather than a political cartoon or satirical commentary on current events. The passage depicts a dramatic encounter between characters named Burnham, Henry Todd, and John Trimmer. Trimmer commands armed men who seize control of boats, and the group is taken ashore. Trimmer speaks "with authority," using aggressive gestures (slamming his fist), suggesting he's planning something forceful or threatening. Without additional context about the story's publication date, author, or source material, I cannot identify the specific political or social references this narrative might contain. The dramatic maritime setting and power dynamics suggest possible themes of piracy, mutiny, or conflict, but the actual satirical point—if one exists—remains unclear from this excerpt alone.
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THE WASP 167 very morning, before leaving Nevis, I fought a duel with a military gentleman—his last affair, I think.” Trimmer nodded to his companions and spoke a few low words of command. Four of his fellows stepped into Burnham’s boat and took up the oars. Henry Todd sprang to his feet. “Stay where you are, my lad,” said Burnham. “You are among friends.” He sat down calmly beside John Trimmer in the stern-sheets of the long-boat, and both boats pulled northward up the coast, side by side. They were run ashore some fifty yards to the south of the green point from behind which the long-boat had first appeared. The boats were beached and all hands crossed the strip of sand to the shade of the wood. Trimmer and his company drew aside from Burnham and Henry Toddand talked together in low voices for several minutes. Trimmer spoke as one with authority. Twice he slammed his right fist into his left palm. As he talked, there was Comichbooks.com