The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1909-05-22


herewith:
The bank clerk is a happy bunch,
He works from ten to three;
He gets an hour and half for lunch
Now that sounds good to me.
In state he stands behind the scenes,
Mid stacks of gold immense;
But often the money in his peans
Makes a noise like thirty cents.
Ledgers and journals are his best
friends,
The adding machine is a chum,
And he finds it best for his private
ends
To hustle and make it hum.
Although his hair may grow quite
gray,
And his form become quite bent,
He knows some day, if he pegs away,
He'll be the president.
Year after year finds him on deck,
To shuttle out the tin;
But when old Death presents his check
He promptly cashes in.
And when he comes to heavens gate
And wants to get inside,
Saint Peter says: you'll have to what,
You're not identified"
H. c. HURST.
l certainly hope l am at the gate
about the same time as Charlie Hus-
tace, Billy Roth and one or two others
in this city.
The nolle pressing of the case
against r. M. Baker calls very strong
ly to mind the fact that in Hawaii a
man may commit almost any sort or
a crime in which money is involved
and if he has the money to make good
or influential friends to beg him off,
there will be no prosecution. There
is not business man in this city who
is not aware of many clerks who have
gone wrong, while strong rumors have
been circulated against former govern
ment employees who quit their posi-
lions under pressure. But they had
friends and never appeared in court.
am told that the surety companies,
who make a business of giving bonds
for employees, are very much displeas-
ed with the situation in this city and
would be glad to pay some losses
rather than have things continue in
the present way.
l heard a rather good joke ON my
friend the Rev. .Doremus Scudder the
other day, which is altogether too rich
to keep, so here it is. The reverend
gentleman was visiting a town on
one of the other islands, and meet
ing an old friend was invited to
dinner. With the consideration for
others which is typical of Mr.. Scudder
he demurred on the ground that hi
friends wife would not expect an eX-
ira guest and it would annoy her ar
rangements to have him appear sud
denly His protestations were of no
avail, however, and along he went.
When the house was reached the
mistress of the home was nowhere III
sight, so showing the clergyman where
he could wash his hands the host left
Inn for a moment. Mr.. Scudder
was bending over the washstand when
door behind him opened and the
hostess entered. She was carrying a
book in her hand and administered ii
whack to the bending divine, with the
words, you old fool, you, what made
you bring that old devil-driver home
for dinner without letting me know
first?" Then came the tableau.
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There is much criticism at large
concerning the strike situation on
some of the plantations of this island
and, it seems to me, because the strik-
ers happen TO be Japanese they are
not receiving altogether full credit for
the manner in which they are behav-
ing Let us suppose, for the sake of
argument, that the plantation laborers
were Americans and therefore con-
Quoted their strike as American strikes
ara ,ieua1lU conducted in tha TTnifad