The Wasp, 1918 · page 72 of 330
The Wasp — 1918 — page 72: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is **narrative prose, not a cartoon**. It's an excerpt from a serialized story in *The Wasp* magazine, describing a character named Burnham arriving by boat at Charleston harbor. The passage depicts his observation of the town—its modest buildings, tropical landscape, and wealthy estates hidden in the hills—and the governor's daughter directing him to shore near the Government House rather than the main jetty. There is **no political satire or social commentary evident** on this page. It appears to be straightforward fiction, likely part of an adventure or romantic serial. Without knowing the broader story context, we cannot identify what "the point" might be, or whether Burnham, the governor's daughter, or other elements carry satirical meaning within *The Wasp's* broader editorial stance.
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THE WASP 63 which formed the harbour of Charles Town. Burnham turned on his thwart and surveyed the place with anxious and calculating eyes. - He saw three vessels riding at their anchors there, and recognized one of them as the New England brig. The town itself, clustered close to the gleaming tide at the back of the harbour, was not impressive. Its buildings were small and unbeautiful, some of sun-greyed, unpainted _ wood and some of pink-washed stone. But behind the town sloped the wooded hills, and here and there through the tropical foliage shone the white facade or wide roof of some imposing mansion. The green crests of royal palms standing- high above the surrounding growths marked the lines and curves of hidden - drives and avenues. A spot of wind-flapped red against the green marked the position of - Government House. _ The governor’s daughter sat up beneath the _ awning and glanced around the harbour. “There is no need of landing at the jetty,” she said. “If you pull ashore right here, sir, on your left—by that crooked coconut-tree—I can find a short road up to the house.” She pointed, and Burnham obeyed on ae instant by swinging the boat’s head to the leit, . Comichbooks.com