The Wasp, 1918 · page 147 of 330
The Wasp — 1918 — page 147: what you’re looking at
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This page appears to be from a serialized fiction story rather than a political cartoon or satirical commentary. The text describes a character sailing along a coast, reflecting on a recent duel with someone named Stanton and his feelings toward a woman named Kitty, whom he plans to "teach...still more of the error of her ways." The narrative suggests a romantic or dramatic tale of conflict and manipulation. Without seeing the accompanying illustrations or knowing the story's broader context, the specific identities of these figures remain unclear. The reference to a "duel" and the character's calculated, somewhat sinister attitude toward Kitty suggests this is likely a serialized adventure or romance story typical of Wasp's mixed content. The sudden appearance of a boat at the passage's end implies an impending plot development, but the satirical or political point—if any exists—is not evident from this excerpt alone.
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138 THE WASP -content to look out for whatever chance might show; that he expected nothing—or anything. He was. waiting for his opponent’s throw—and Fate was his opponent. In the meantime he ‘tended sheet and tiller, scanned the near coast, _ and smoked his pipe. — His mind went back oa and pleasantly to the duel with Stanton. He went over it from the courtly beginning to the desperate finish, point by point, and was satisfied abso- lutely with it. He had taken a slight risk, perhaps, when he let himself take the sun in his eyes ; but the artistic conclusion of the affair was well worth thé risk. He was becoming nicer in his methods as he grew older and took the measure of the world against which he played. He thought of Kitty. Well, he had taught her a lesson; he had shown her what manner of straw man she was clinging to ; and some day he would make a point of teaching her still more of the error of her ways. _ The sun climbed high. The narrow beach unwound before them, and deep, untenanted valleys opened to their gaze. Suddenly a boat propelled by four oars shot into the sea ahead of them from behind a little green point. COMME OOKS.COm)