Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1915-03-29
e. NJ. Bottsford Sends Glowing
Account of Hawaii to His
Paper In Illinois


Herald, who is now visiting here, real.
ly believes all the nice things he is
saying about US has reached
the Star-Bulletin. In a letter TO
his paper Bottsford speaks even more
glowingly about Honolulu than he did
in his speech to the AID Club.
Heaven" is what he calls HoRolulu
and he specifies his reasons for so
thinking. This is what he says in a
letter dated February %:
Il have found heaven and taken a
cottage. there. Some of my carping
contemporaries and peeyed political
opponents may emit a snorting sneer
at the idea of nv having qualified by
morals and virtues for any sort OF
celestial glories. Whatever may, come
hereafter. know that here and now
am in heaven. While, ii. is coming
to be realized that the spiritual heav-
en- is within a man and he can make
it or break it himself. still I must
maintain that in all the marvellous ma
teria1 delights Of, climate and seen
cry and mountain and sea and flow
er and foliage and balmy breezes and
tonic ozone, this region has every
ether section of Gods footstool sur
passed. .,.. -. .l...,=,..-s= =. 4 -, a..
Il had supposed that southern Cali.
fornia was about as near paradise as
one could get on this globe But, bless
you, it is 2100 miles from it, and over.
rough, restless and, oftimes retching
ocean. But once here and all the mis-
cries that have assailed the pit Of
your stomach for five days are fully
atoned for by the inexpressible SUI
perbness of this ideal spot Here is
what Mark Twain said Of It:
Hawaii. the loyeliest feet Of
islands that lies anchored in any
ocean.
No. alien land In all. the world
J has any deep. strong charm for me
but that one; no other land could SO
llongingly and bessschilglg haunt me
sleeping and waking, through half a
lifetime, as that one has done. Other
things leave me, but il. abides; other
things change, but It remains tho
same. For me its balmy airs are
always blowing, its summer seas fash
ing in the sun; the pulsing Of its surf.
beat is In my ear: can see its gar
landed crags, It's leaping cascades, its
plumy palms browsing by the shore;
its remote SUBMITS floating like
islands above the cloud rack; I can
feel the spirit OF its woodland solt
1tudes; / can hear the plash of its
brooks; in my nostrils still lives the
breath of flowers that perished 20
years ago. S
Mark Twain has expressed my
sentiments almost as gracefully as /
could have. done. But he can't beat
my enthusiasm. and / can't bottle It.
Briefly speaking. this is inst like
a foreign land, One does not have to.
go to China, or Japan, or Portugal, or
Korea We. have all the atmosphere
and environments and people right
here. They have their quarters but /
they swarm the city all dressed COM
pletely in their native and unique COS.
tunes tsee any encyclopedia But
thank heaven. they are al under the
Stars and Stripes. OF the. 10000 or
more residents only about 5000 are
white. But besides this number IL 600 |
Of Uncle Sans soldiers keep things |
lively night and day, and fear we are |
whitening out The blood OF these Mon
golians. and Oriehtals and other shady |
compilations at speed which in an J
other generation will have largely de-
strcyed the picturesqueness of the !
passing throngs. i
Then there are a dozen big Ger
man vessels in refuge, dismantled
and disarrhed and stuck in the Homo !,
lulu harbor until the war Is over. The !,
hundreds Of German sailors and ma
rines add to the yarierated. tlnrong and |
have nothing to. do. but enjoy them-i
selves and help the efferyescence of
the island. One poor. fellow. fine look
ing, q quartermasfer on the Geier. shot
himself, Respondent at not being able
to see his wife and child, born since .
he has been tied up here.
We had expected to merely make
a two weeks trip, coming from Los /
Angeles on the big new steamer Great 1
Northern, which had lust come. the
fret hio nc - I,not thro,,,L thol