Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1903-07-24
Frederick O'Brien Writes Of His
Gail on William Volcano Marshall

Have you read what | say about
the Chief Justice?"
These were the eternal queries Of the
long, lGnky Marshall. Did YOU not
agree with him, you were IN for half
hour of damnation, peroration o. apos-
trophe. Were you wise, you were free
TO fly with Volcanoite's last word.
And by Gawd, | tell you, we are the
people, and the Volcano is their mouth.
Free speech, a free press and Hawaii
for Americans"
His voice drawing as molas3os ia
winter, uncertain as a trombone at the
mouth Of a beginner, strident.
See him over the counter Of the Wela
Ia Hao saloon! A vast capacity for
assertion and inspiration then. His
conversation, almost always between
himself and himself, one might not get
a word in edgewise; not even a sharp
one, his language well chosen but BIZ
zarre, his smiles inimitable, startling
and grotesque. His opinions always
settled as granite on the sea-bottom.
and with a glorious Americanism that
bathed his thoughts. speech and ac-
tions in a halo Of freedom, optimism.
defiance and lawlessness.
Breathing imprecations on those who
disagreed with him, who did not take
his paper, he moved up the highways
OF Honolulu, believing himself the liv'
ing forceful reincarnatiOn OF jefferson
Lincoln and all the other immortals Of
the Yankees.
His clothes never were much. U.s.
ually he lacked Crayat, his coat was
parted in several places, and his baggy
doormat.
One day the Volcano" became ex-
tinct. He had fiercely attacked tho
head Of the Hawaiian Judiciary. lie
charged him with malfeasancc in Of
flee, and other crimes. He was sent TO
Jail for this. He was very happy in his
cell overlooking the green watars that
wash Old Leahi's feet He thought
himself martyr for Old Glory | saw
him one day sitting calmly, contented-
ly in the prison yard smoking his Mis-
souri, meerschaum, and still talking,
talking, talking.
Tailor Henry begged the authorities
to let him out. Henry feared he would
become sansculOtte himself. He mol
lifted his prisoner with mangoes and
cocoanuts and the best penitentiary
fare, but he could not stop his throat
Marshall believes in free speech, and
the poor devils OF his companions who
had shown themselves mere men OF
action in their murderings, stealings
and too-much-maTrying were fain "a
/ listen and marvel at the man who with
ink. paper and press had convulsei the
missionary capital and jailed himself
Finally the Governor. Dole, hal par.
doned him, and Marshall had departed
for the Philippines. There, too, he had
made a Volcano and mad belched
forth fire and heated stones at The
Government until the Official watering
can had put out his Pelee and ne hat
betaken himself to Shanghai.
Now he was dressing in his apart
ments at the Metropole, or rather hi.
valet" was accoutreing him for The
days fray.
Sam Trissell happened in now. Last
| knew him he was the able assistant
OF POGO TEMPO Biz, one II The pho
neer and clever American editors Of
Manila. Trissell, hopeful ard indig
nant was willing to take something.
told him | was waiting for volcano
Marshall"
Il don't think he'll be down fol-
long" said Trissel. HE has thirty
suits OF clothes, is the editor Of thu
Shanghai Times, and is swelled up lik,
poisoned pup. Why, he's actually
gotten fat! He goes to the Club now
He's getting $500 Mex, month, anC
won't speak to ordinary folks Gee