The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1909-10-16
Somewhat Of Story
Writing And Bohemia

reporter on the Advertiser out was
discharged for lack of energy. l re-
member that one night he went to
sleep at his desk and the editor took
occasion to administer a severe repri-
mand.
I'm tired of writing of the little
things that the little people in your
little town do remarked Wilson,
drowsily. IF you want a story or
something of a descriptive nature.
think that I could manage to please
you"
II was PLAIN, unadulterated news that
the editor was after, however, and IL
wasn't long before Wilson received his
walking papers.
Wilson stayed round Honolulu for
while, mingling more or less with the
natives, and eternally making notes.
He left here with hardly anyone
aware that he was going away, though
il is true that Pop" Cunha, ever the
friend and patron of genius, presented
him with bottle of gin before he went
aboard the sailing vessel which TOOK
him back to California.
=
Wilson was a Bohemian and real
one. So was Chas. Sarka, the artist, who
came to Honolulu from Samoa about the
same time as Wilson and who used to
go about in baggy trousers made OUT
of coarse canvas and wearing bright
fnf wound hic neck
in place of a collar He applied for a
position as artist on the Advertiser
but was told by the editor that Homo
lulu had been used to the work OF
Ralph Yardley and that he didn't think
that he was big enough to fill his
shoes. Since going to the mainland
Sarka has filled shoes several sizes
larger than those of Yardley and his
sketch and color work is always in
brisk demand.
Sarka met a few congenial spirits
here and managed to while away Few
pleasant weeks in his cottage up among
the rainbows in Nuuanu Valley. HIS
lack of sartorial finish, however, kept
him from making any very close
friendships among the very correct
young gentlemen of the local press
; though l don't believe that he wor-
ried very much over the matter.
Sarka and Wilson arrived here a lit
tie too late, for the spirit of Bohemian.
ism which used to exist here anC
, which they loved had flickered anc
died.
Volcano Marshall, Horace Wright
and Edmund Norrie were the las
acknowledgements of the pleasant days
L and nights of ten years ago. The
p, two former have passed to the lane
of the long shadows and the latter il
4, engaged elsewhere. Many of thost
who were wont to revel at San Souc
:, when the days work was over have
passed out of the game, others have
become rich, and others respectable
), The average newspaperman of Homo
lulu today toes the line with regular
ity undreamed of in the old days, anC
several own dress suits which they are
rapidly learning to wear They have
= their eyes on the main chance and have
s neither the time nor the inclination t
= play.
S The ideal Bohemia is to them un
= known. To the rest of us 1t appears
: as a vague and mystic land only to b.
seen on the dim horizon when we fal
a a-dreaming.
d 1t is the region of freedom from res
: traint and convention, of perpetual.
g bubbling gaiety and wit, and man,
: famous men and delectabie ladies hav
T resided there.
e There is, however, a real Bohemi
S nearer to view and for some of us it
= boundaries are the ever-shifting one
of the campfire and the open road.
s We had Bohemia here once upon