Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1903-07-24

When was in Shanghai on June II,
called at the Metropole Hotel, and
sent up my card to volcano" Marshall.
had known the man in Honolulu, and
once commissioned him to write a story
on his experiences in Jail there. He
was an odd chap and as | had an hour
to while away in Shanghai en- route
from San Francisco to Manila, looked
him up. His real name is William II.
Marshall but | had named him vol
cano" In Honolulu, that being the title
of warm weekly he published there.
and he had fallen in love with the
nickname, and incorporated 1t into ms
signature. On the register Of the Net
ropole | saw he was, william Vol.
cano Marshall"
The Metropole is a happy-go-lucky
hosiery, much affected by Americans
and with little pretense to style. | saw
Marshall there in January last just
after he had arrived from Manila.
where his volcano" had been extin-
guished by the authorities on account
Of its eruptlons menacing the public
safety.
In January volcano" was success
fully sounding the depths of a tall glass
of beer, and was ELUSIVE in his greet
ings to me. Now the boy said he was
in his room, and would | send up my
card. | sent 1t, and got 1t back PEN
cilled as follows:
viii be down in half hour. My
boy is dressing me-"
regarded the card for some mo-
ments in utter establishment. Then |
laughed joyously. Volcano" being
dressed by his boy" Marshall, the
man of the common people, the prose
poet OF the submerged tenth, the de-
fender OF the unwashed, the scorner
of conventions and cuffs, the nom
believer in the efficacy OF hot water
and soap-Marshall the Coxeyite being
dressed by his boy"
1t was superb. determined to wait
the half hour. With a long Tansan
and n cigarette, | might gain much by
giving the time.
MarshaI being dressed! Shades OF
10 10!
| put him opposite me in vacant
chair, as | always had seen him, and
drew his portrait with my eyes closed
Six feet and some inches of we'll
worn flesh; tenuated, weedly, tabid
gaunt and ragged. A shaped
head, high forehead sparse hair lying
dejectedly about fierce brows; a nous
tache always overcome by the heat
hanging in and out Of his loose mouth
and eyes that seemed to look at his rear
collarbutton when not fixed on the in
finity forward. His hat ever an inco.
herent thatch, Drowned by tropic suns
hung lazily about his ears.
saw him in the streets OF the Ha
waiian capital, where he was wont tC
saunter in search OF buyers for his
newspaper wares when he stocked the
Volcano" to its doom and hied him
self to the Reef for penal servitude
They called him Glad Hand MARSHALL
then because he believed in and prac'
ticed to its limits the great American
rite OF pumphandling. HIS paper came
out on Saturdays; for days there were
ominous rumblings and then on the
Jewish Sabbath the volcano" burst
out in lava-like headlines. berating thu
government of Hawaii and its officials
swearing that the Constitution followed
the Flag. and demanding justice for al
wrongs.
Once the sheet was in the hands q
the kanaka ragamufiins who hawket
1t, Marshall began his rounds. liz
ambled up Fort street. shaking hands
right and left. Those who had fore
thought and speed escaped him BY
fleeing to the doorways, but majority
were caught and talked to.
Have you seen my paper thll
week."