The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1906-02-10

Look here said my friend Prince
Bert Peterson last Sunday. Look
here, you fellows make me tired calling
me Prince. I've never put on any
side and applying any title to me is an
impertinence."
The Prince was beautifully attired
and as we sat on the Moana's lanai
gazing out at the sapphire ocean /
could not help remarIing 1t. He was
a symphony in brown. A soft hat Of
the most delicate Brown hue was en-
circled by a brown ribbon of two
shades. A brown tweed suit of an in
describa BILE color but which to my eye
combined all the beauties of a coffee
cocktail and creme de cocoa was set
off by a beautiful old gold neck tie A
pin of what might be called cloudy"
gold adorned this
And then the shoes! They were of
undressed leather They were the only
| thing about the Prince that were UNI
dressed. They were of a delicate brown
color entirely different from the dark
| brown taste so familiar to the bon
vivant.
So engrossed was l in admiration
of the vision that l was rude enough
to ignore the Princes remark.
Then a horrible thing happened The
| Prince hitched up his trousers, as there
was danger of the crease being spoiled
and I saw his hosiery.
Heavens! His silken socks were
BLACK!
Family l called the Princes atten-
/ 1t l.,
made and he like myself, was r.or
stricken. He hid the offending shanks
beneath the pale brown trousers and
as he did so l noticed another horror.
He had cuff links with GREEN stones
in than!
This utterly un-nerved me. Prince
Bert watched his opportunity and when
no fair ones were looking he sneaked
away to his room, 1 mean apartments
and thence he emerged radiant a few
minutes later. He had brown silk
hosiery and old gold cuff buttons.
helped him with the buttons mys If.
Thus did the art sartorial triumph!
g G G g
There are some extraordinary jails
| in the Territory of Hawaii, and strange
are the tales told of prisoners. There
are also some strange prisoners, for
some like Jail better than freedom just
as there are persons who want to be
sent to the Leper Settlement to live q
| life of ease. What do you do wher
your prisoners don't return at night?
was asked of an island jailer whose
prison only holds captives when they
want to stay in. why" he said, 81
simply lock them out That fixes 'em.'
Another jailer reports receiving nice
letter from a prisoner, stating that the
Jail leaked and was uncomfortable anc
closing by saying that if it wasn't
fixed he wouldn't stay in any longer
The jailer fixed it.
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OF course no one will deny that mer
who work on the roads here, whether
Hawaiians or of any other race, work
much more slowly than Japanese would
The Advertiser is unquestionably right
| in saying that there would be a big
saving to taxpayers if the work was
turned over to the Japs. But have
you ever watched our Irish friends al
work on the streets of San Francisco!
Have you ever gazed in respectful ad-
miration at the slowness with which a
pick in expert hands can be made to
rise and fall? l do not believe there is
city or town in America which could
not save money by employing japanese
on its public str cts instead of its own
| citizens. But how many of them
want to save that way? | don't be-
| lieve Honolulu does. No white man OF
Hawaiian will ever swing a pick OF
shovel through the long hours of a
days labor as would a japanese or a
| Chinese. And we don't want them to
either. l don't pay much taxes, not
having had the good fortune to gra-
duate into that lucky class to whom
taxes are an important consideration
But in that happy distant day when
become rich and my taxes become ar
item of magnitude, l shall be willing tc
stand for any increase that may be
made necessary to keep ciiz n labor
rather than japanese on our street
work and if I am not, may l be SEN
fenced to use a pick and shovel al
Japanese gait myself.
g G @ G
After all there is nothing like can
dor as l discovered the other day while
taking lunch at Honolulu restaurant.
l am a bit old fashioned, I suppose
but 1 must confess that a luncheon
consisting of a slice of cold roast beet
with some sharp mustard and a pint
of ale seems to reach the spot with
me. But somehow or other the Japa
nese waiter would insist on turning the
ale bottle upside down when he de-
canted the ale and thereby produced a
muddy looking fluid quite different