The Wasp, 1913 · page 283 of 364
The Wasp — 1913 — page 283: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains text from what appears to be a serialized adventure story in *The Wasp* magazine, not a political cartoon. The narrative describes a group of thirteen men (including a commander named Tom Croft) who are fugitives or outlaws hiding with buried treasure. They're planning to find and confront someone called "Trimmer." The story details their meager resources—sea-biscuits, a hidden boat, arms in a cave, and fresh provisions—and their physical condition. One member, Bill Hook, a red-haired man of about forty, is weakened by intermittent fever. The final line suggests tension: Croft notes there are "thirteen" of them while seemingly regarding the ailing Hook with concern, implying the sick man may be a liability to their group. Without additional context or visible illustrations, the specific political or social satire *The Wasp* intended here remains unclear, though the outlaw/treasure narrative suggests adventure fiction rather than direct political commentary.
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EEE EE EIST SS 278 THE WASP a give us the slip and call in here while we are away looking for him.” So a new hiding-place was found, and the treasure transferred to it. And now it was time to take the first step toward finding Trimmer and settling their account with him. Their resources, excepting the buried treasure, consisted of two bags of sea-biscuits which had survived the general destruction by fire and sword, a small boat which had escaped the notice of the cutters-out, a dry cave well stored with arms and ammunition, and an unlimited supply of fresh fruit and fresh water. The numerical strength of the company was thir- teen, including the commander. Twelve of these gentry were in the pink of physical condition, bar- ring a few minor wounds; but one of them, Bill Hook by name, was suffering from an intermittent fever. A man of something about forty years was this Hook, red of head and whiskers, and reduced almost to bone and skin by the eye wunes of his disease. “Thirteen,” said Tom Croft, with an eye On poor Comichooks.com