The Wasp, 1918 · page 121 of 330
The Wasp — 1918 — page 121: what you’re looking at
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This appears to be a narrative passage from a serial story rather than a political cartoon. The text describes James Burnham meeting with a governor who compliments him and inquires about his brother Alexander, a midshipman at sea. The governor mentions a letter indicating Alexander's ship, the *Tartar*, may arrive within ten days. Burnham initially appears pleased but later curses his luck "bitterly" in private, fearing his brother's imminent arrival will "ruin his game in Nevis." Without seeing the full context of *The Wasp* magazine or understanding what "game" Burnham is playing, the specific satire remains unclear. The passage suggests some scheme or deception that Alexander's arrival threatens to expose—likely the actual satirical point—but the details aren't evident from this page alone.
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112 THE WASP - governor’s polite and more than generous speech. His heart was like lead in his side; but there was a flush on his face which the gover- nor mistook for a ‘blush of to and embarrassment. _ “ You are too modest, my lad,” he said. * Or is it that you are shy? But you'll get over _ your shyness in time, I dare say. Oh Pve had my eye on you, Master_James! But don’t mind me, lad. Don’t mind my jokes. Tell me about this brother of yours. How long is it since you last saw him ? What does he look like?’ ** It is some years since I tet saw him,” said Burnham. “‘ He was at sea, a middy, when I was last at Burnham. A good lad he is, young Alexander. Did you say you expect the Tartar to arrive in twelve or fourteen days?” ** This letter is dated three days ago, and Captain Scovil says he hopes to sail in ten or twelve days, replied the governor, looking at the letter in his hand. “Your brother may be here in ten days’ time.’ James Burnham looked pleased; but an hour later, in the privacy of his own room, he cursed his luck long and bitterly. Here was surely the ruin of his game in Nevis. Here was the | P) comicbooksicom|