Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1907-05-18


ground of green, the monogram of the
club picked out in plumaria attracted
the eye. Beneath this plot huge palms
were artistically placed-fne speci-
mems of the Ainahau variety. The Ha-
waiian and American flags were noticed
in the rear and at one side dainty
refreshment table. decorated with
flowers and green's caught the eye. The
Royal Hawaiian band played six num-
bers between the addresses delightful"
Ily. The pretty girls with wreaths OF
flowers in their hair attracted much
attention. They assisted at the tea
tables and passed the dainty refresh
ments. Among them were seen Misses
Edith and Alice Spalding, lrma and
Dodie Ballentyne. Helen North, Edith
Smith, Helen McChesney, Marie Won
Holt The committees on decoration
were Mrs. Charles Booth. Mrs. Clara
Schmidt, Miss Mole, while Mrs w. M.
Graham had full charge of the festival,
which was carried out in her usual en-
ergetic manned As both Mr.. Hitch
cock and Mir. Wood were inadvertently
absent Mrs. Frear read Mr.. Hitch
cocks address and Mrs. w. NJ. Ora
ham made the final address for Mr..
Wood 1t was an imprOmptu talk
gracefully done Mrs w. w. Hall gave
4 scholarly history of the Drama; Mrs
Won Hollis address ON Music was lis
tened to with interest and Mrs Freal
of the Literary Circle gave the follow.
ing delightful talk
The Meaning of Spring in Literature
This is the season when we look for
swarms of yerse-makers with their
lines on the order of
/ Vernal trees
Balmy breeze
And the everlasting honey-bees.
Doves that coo,
! Men that WOO,
And coyly bushing maidens, too.
| Only spring fever, we say But what
is spring fever? Really it is a mighty
force in the world.
Ice-bound streams are freed in the
nils, mans blood beats in new and UNI
restrained rhythms, the emotions ac-
cord with physical Well-being, poety is
the natural channel of expression.
many, choice and rare in the utterance
of the few, the force is the same, and
it is eternal-abundance of life.
Listen to a spring poem written in a
tropic land three thousand years ago
For 10, the winter Is past,
The rain is over and gone:
The flowers appear in the earth;
.; ,,f Iy OH, Of ft.IC c
come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in
our land;
The fig tree ripeneth her green figs,
And the vines are in blossom,
They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
And come away
Arise my love, my fair one, ant
come away" It is the cry of tht
world poet and the world soul "Com'
away" away from the commonplace
the sordid, the unlovely, into thu
realm where beauty is truth, truth
beauty" Barrie's Peter Pan and
Yeats Fairy Child repeat the same cry
De we but hear, the call is echoinl
Through all the ages and through all
the ambient air of this spring day
Hank, Virgil is voicing his bucolit
strain, Horace is murmuring dulcet
his Rose and Nightingale in breathing
the Fire Of SPRING; Shakespeare bids
us under the greenwood tree behold
THE "volets sweeter than the lids OF
Junos eyes" Shelley pursues spring
driving sweet birds like focks anC
feed in air." Keats lies dreaming il
"Aprils lap" las the year grows lusf
in giving stalks" Even the staid higl
priest of nature, the meditation Words
worth finds that his heart with rap
lture thrills and dances with the daI-
lfodils." Tennyson brings us his
Throstle. mad, glad prophet of sum
mer, traces the steps of fairest Maut
where they have touched the meadows
and left the daisies rosy" and in the
Progress of Spring finds a lesson OF
spiritual evolution. Browning leaves
his human problems and in joyous
faith sings with little Pippa under hel
southern Sky
The years at the spring
And days at the morn;
Mornings at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The larks on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
Gods in his heaven
IAll's right with the world
let us come with our own Lowell anC
Sit in the warm
Shade and feel right WELL
How the sap creeps up, and the bios
sons swell
Every clod feels stir of might
An instinct within it that reaches ant
towers,
Till, striving blindly above it for light
1t climbs to soul in grass and flow
ers."
We shall all be poets when we can
climb to a soul in grass and flowers,
The uplift of spirit, this is the mean
ing of spring, and this the long sought
fountain of youth. The life of Tho
spirit-let us make it ours and we may
sing with the sage of Concord
Spring still makes spring in the mint
When sixty years are told.
Love makes anew this throbbing heart
And we are never old"
At the conclusion of the exercise,
while the tea, punch and cakes wer,
going around Mrs. Graham requested
that the leis and flowers worn SHOULD
be placed on the platform and carried
to the Mausoleum in memory of tn,
late Princess, whose spirit seems al
ways 10 breathe over that beautifu