The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1869-01-23
.sociaI LiGc--The Secrc, Told.

Mr.. EDTTOR-Since | came among you / have
heard nothing but Social Life" Editorials are
written on it-correspondents allude to it-iniants
cut their teeth specializing upon its authorship
Aids-dc-camp toss their weary heads on ~sleepless
pillows vowing vengeance, and on every plantation
all wt hear is, '~'Shoddy, indeed oh if!' Bless
me, where shall one escape the horrid din! i have
been to sociable gatherings since it burst upon this
community-my partner in the waltz would stop
and. palpitatingly. gasp out, "Who do you think
wrote Social Life'?' l pretend not to hear.
&. \ one turn more. Now, Mr.. r., who did write
it?' The devil! y l calculate. Now, really. do
you - says the fair one. l break away and seat
myself by a sonbre-dressed spinster. Now, real
iv, Mr.. r.. was it not an excellent allusion to shod-
dy? But how abominable to speak of the singers
So" Just then one of the Aids appears-One of
those grenadicr-like fellows, in which Frederick
the Great would rejoice. lie has not his uniform
tonight, but then his military bearing and fero-
cious aspect betray the man-at-arms. "Splendid
hit that. ut the Missionaries says he. /" but scurri-
lous allusion to His H. Glowing his head as
he spoke) All, but the horthes at Waikiki" lisps
out his partner, while from a pile of gauze on my
left | hear, g how could they say the young men are
nice?''
am in for it, so l boldly blurt ont, " Well, what
would you have "A stranger do? Must he not see
with his own eyes, and may he not record with his
own pen - Horrors. I've done it Immediate
Iv am accommodated an outcast ; the gates of
Honolulu society are closed till | humbly beg par
don of the editor, horses, aids, young ladies who
sing. maidens who shrek, &c. No sooner am j re-
stored to favor again, when. making a call of con
dolence one evening, | am asked by the far
monrner. " Now Mr.. r., did Col.--write Social
Life'?'' My dear Miss ". how can you suspect
so practical and prosaic a young man as the Colo
mel of such writing as that of moonlight? PRO
sale. indeed.'' she says. as reclining on her lounge
she huns and seems 10 fall into a trancc-like state,
disconnected in her mind. Suddenly arousing her
self. she says. Did Miss Musket writeit?' Now,
my dear, how am /. all unsophisticated as | am,
to say what may and may not he wrought out of that
wondrous thing. the feminine mind? How shall |
say whether there Is aught in the article that be
trays a woman's disappointed hopes of invitations
to fetes. or her outraged vanity : Go ask your
bachelor friend p, the Boosting hero of a hundred
desperate firtations, whether there is anything of
woman's wit or sarcasm there" But Gen. ,
could he. now - All. there You approach that
most subtle of all things. diplomacy. What crimes
are committed in thy name, oh. diplomacy :; d" But,
then SAYS she. :. that cannot be-sO gallant. so
centlemanlv-that divine moustache - Seeing her
bosom would find no rest. | whispered to her,
=. Now. my dear Miss -, if you will regard it
as a secret of the ~strictest Honolulu kind. and
promise to stay away from lunch parties for one
month, | will tell you who wrote it. You must not
betrav the author. for. from his eminent station in
our own midst. he could destroy all my prospects
with a glance-a scowl-a look.' Then. with my
lips close to that blushing cheek, ] told her
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