The Hawaiian gazette., 1905-09-26
S, JOHNSON
PROUDEST
DAY.
tFrom sundays Advertiser,

concerned, was maue q tnlnB OF tne
past yesterday when Captain Samuel
johnson, recently returned from Sea-
girt, was the guest of honor at luau
given at the home of Jack Kuamoo,
Manoa Valley, other guests being the
members of the Board of Supervisors,
save one. and others prominent In
political life.
The past was buried out OF sight with
eloquence and good things to eat and
the loving cup was passed around.
Some of the speeches made were sig
nificant of the confidence which is re-
posed by the Board in Captain John
son, and all hoped that the future
would show that their present attitude
was the correct one.
The luau was spread in the dining
room OF the house in true Hawaiian
style, the guests seating themselves on
the floor. The table was laden with
the dishes that make the Hawaiian
luau famous the world over. At one
end sat Clarence NJ. White, chief clerk
of the Department OF Public Works.
His vis-a-vis was Captain Samuel
johnson. Flanking the toastmaster
were Chairman George w. Smith OF
man e. r. Adams, Jack Lucas, H. T.
Moore. ]. X. Paele and Cox, Archer be-
ing the only one absent Attorney A.
G. NJ. Robertson, chairman Of the Re-
publican Central Committee, Clarence
Crabbe. former chairman of the same
committee, Representative Quinn. Jack
Belser, George Angus, David Crown
inburg, Mr.. Frazee of the government
electric light plant, and several others
found places about the board.
After the inner mans needs had been
satisfied, Toastmaster White arose and
announced that the luau was given as
a mark of respect to Captain Johnson,
for his triumphant return from Sea-
girt from which, he had brought a
couple of medals and 1t was believed
he would be awarded another, gold
one for craftsmanship. He said he
was glad to welcome Capt. johnson
back again. and especially as his name
had been cleared of the charge placed
against him as an officer of the gov
ernment. Mr.. White then took a roll
Of papers from his pocket and the
guests knew then that they had the
valuable opportunity of listening to
some of Mr.. Whites poetical effu-
sions.
Following is Clarence Whites tribute
in poetry to Capt Sam Johnson:
A REMARKABLE SCORE.
"The minstrel came home from the
war
With insects at large in his hair,
And having a tuneful catarrh
He sang through his nose to his fair. "
A team from the grand N. G. II.
Were eager all records to scratch,
SO this great and illustrious batch
Set out for the New Jersey match.
They sailed from our evergreen shore,
Their khaki with leis covered Ger,
Though numbering nearly score
The high privates counted but four.
Brave officers famous for grace
Whose uniforms glittered with lace,
Determined on setting the pace
In the great international race.
oh, who can recount that vacation
Their trip was perfect ovation.
They amazed the American nation
Who thronged every hamlet and sta
ton.
They arrived at the end of the route,
Where space was assigned to the
suite.
And to brace themselves up for the
shoot
They went on a horrible toot.
The great day arrived in due course.
The men were all marshaled in force;
Their voices We're husky and hoarse
And their HuftaripU naruaS ax,an
worse.
Their actions were worse than old Nick,
Each handled his gun like stick,
And II makes me disgusted and sick
To record that they all muttered,
"hic."
AT length with an agonized sigh.
Sam johnson a bullet let fly
Designed for the center bulls-eye,
Which landed ten inches too high.
Each warrior of this doughty crew
His head horizontally drew,
With an aim so exact and so true
That the marker in terror withdrew.
1t grieves me to state that the brace
Who competed in this gallant race
Had left on the targets broad face
or only one bullet trace.
Yet our boys were awarded the score
The bullet Of Sam made bore;
Through this hole, all the witnesses
swore
Every other man sent a ball more.
Mr.. White also sprung more poetry
with reference to Sam as follows:
SAM JOHNSON, o MY JOE, SAM.
Sam Johnson. o my Joe, Sam, when first
1 saw thee stand.
Within the Palace walls, Sam. behind
those bags of sand.
! owned thee for a deadly shot at tar
gets dead or live,
And knew the ''bull's-eye" lost its sight
whenever you let drive.
Ah. those We're strenuous days, Sam, Of
mounting guard and drill,
OF watching for that martinez. the Col
onel known as BILL"
You then We're younger. Sam, than now,
In fact were quite beau,
But now you're turning devilish grave,
Sam Johnson, o my Joe.
What is II brings upon thy face that
carking look of care?
What uakes your speech so often drift
into an English swear"
Tou We're our only officer at Seagirt