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This page appears to be from a serialized dramatic narrative rather than a political cartoon. It depicts a scene involving three characters: a young unconscious woman, a boy named Todd, and a man named Burnham who seems to be reviving the woman by pouring water on her face. The opening quote about holding "the card with which it must be won" suggests Burnham views the woman as a prize or strategic advantage in some larger game. His behavior—prodding Todd away, his sudden shift to courtly politeness once the woman awakens—indicates manipulative, calculated charm. Without additional context about the full story, the specific historical reference, or what "game" is being referenced, it's difficult to identify any particular political satire or social commentary. This reads more as melodramatic fiction than topical satire typical of The Wasp's usual editorial content.

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"0 THE WASP game’s yet to be played, and here in my hand is the card withwhich it must be won!” The girl’s head, with its loosened mass of bright brown hair, was against his left shoulder. He gazed into her pale face with inscrutable eyes. Her eyes were closed. He glanced at the slumbering Todd, then put out his foot and roughly prodded the lad in the ribs. “Fetch the rest of the water from the boat,” he ordered. Todd awoke with a start, sprang to his feet, and uttered a cry of astonishment at sight of the young woman. “Get the water,’ said Burnham, “and be quick about it!’ Ten minutes later the girl sat up, then got un- steadily to her feet. Her hair and face were drip- ping with the water which Burnham had poured over her with an unstinting hand. A delicate flame sprang alight in her cheeks. Burnham was upright on the instant. He bowed low, with modest eyes and an engaging smile. Comichooks.com