The Independent. [volume] (Honolulu, H.I.) 1895-1905, 1898-01-26
THE wINsoME SCOTS.
They Toast to the Memory of Robert
Burns, the Poet of the People.


Whenever there are gathered
around the festive board three score
aud more canuy Scots, as happened
at the Arlington Hotel last evening,
it may be relied upon that there
will be found an excellent represent
alton OF earnest manhood in its
brightest and best qualities; indom-
table perseverance, shrewd business
grit, frankly spoken honest thoughts,
intense love Of country, adherence
to law and order, music, mirth and
melody with wit and jokes galore,
frosted occasionally with dryness
that requires introspection and vivi-
section to grasp the points, but after
all Barrie, or somebody else, is right
when he says that the Scot is the
finest and most appreciative humor-
list in the world for his whole life is
a joke-if he would but see it.. He
delves in gold mine or leads he.
roic forlorn hope with the like
equanimity.
Mine Host Krouse and his lair as
sistants had arranged the banquet
ting hall with simple but graceful
taste, and prepared cold collation.
that encouraged generous appettes,
and OF course there were equally
genial and eommendatory beverages
Cheif George Dali presided with
tact and ability, being assisted by
such veterans at the feast as VIM
White, p. O., DR.. Thos. Mcmillan,
Robert Cation, DR.. Murray, Hon. A,
S. Cleghorn, Tom Lindsay, Capt,
Mcneil, and others, while Brother
Logan and David McRse presided
at the lends"
Unfortunately space prevents us
from doing full justice to the intel
lectual wit that flowed like a mill
race when the dam is out, but mem
DRY carries the writer back to no
more successful entertainment in
this line given in his presence.
Robert Cations reply to the Land
Of Burns will probably be published
in contemporary. 1t will be
found to be an exquisite condensa-
ton Of the happiest thoughts most
gracefully expressed. But if we be-
gin to award the palms Of merit
there will be no ending, so the will
ing pen must resist the temptation.
The songsters and musicians were
all in excellent form, and true patri-
otism and undying affection and
veneration for the poet beloved by
all the world wherever the British
language is spoken ruled supreme
till midnight when the heart and
hand linking song Of "Auld Lag
Syne" brought happy evening too
soon to its close.
The programme ably rendered
throughout was as follows; it was
embellished by an excellent photo
graph by Davey of the portrait Of
Burns in the possession of the hosts
J the Scottish Thistle Club:
, Introductory Remarks ..........
................C Chef Geo. l.. Dal
To sum up all, be merry, advise;
And, as we're merry, may we still be
wise.
The Immortal Memory Of Burns.
DIR. Thos. Mcmillan
, A blast o Janwar win blew hanse
. in on Robin.
r Instrumental Music
\ Violin, .......... VIM. A. Love
Piano. B, Braddcl
Our Past Chiefs. VIM, White, P. @
Hail to the chief who in triumph
, advances.
. Song-"There was lad born in
Q Kyle. David III. MacRa,
The Land o. Burns. . Robt. Gator
. Well drink health to Scotland yet
1 Song-"Scotland YETI. ,......
John O. Brow
ecitation-"Burns" by j G Whit,
, tier. ID. A, DOVE
The Land We Live in. Daniel Logal
. Gae seek for pleasure where ye will
:. But here / never missed it yet.