Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1917-10-27
splendid DRIVE TO LONESOME
SPOT MADE IN HUDSON AUTO

and in front hidden by occasional
trees was a beautiful half moon %
Hanauma bay. Straight ahead was
Koko crater with its forest Of knucklo
toiHted wireless pole8.
Little Belgium
II was in this valley that the party
found the ruins Of an old abandoned
charcoal burning plant The little fur
naces looked like trench dug-outs and
TO give IL a real war tone the party
came upon three soldiers. J. Carl
Charles NJ. Weber and Charles Riley,
eating their lunch. They were cheer
ful trio and readily consented TO pose
In the picture TO be entitled Trench
Life Somewhere in Makapuu." With
the dugouts, the broken down stone
fences. the mutilated trees anC the
rubbish strewn about the ground the
vicinity could easily have passed for
a scene in war-torn Belgium, and with
boom of the distant surf on the. bay
and the wind swishing through the
trees only a few exploding shrapnel
bombs were needed to make il reals
tic to the extreme.
Climbing with speed over the hog
back between the crater and the
mountain range the car sped down
through a park Of algeroba trees that
fringe the eastern inlets of Maunalua
bay and came out in the open near
the entrance to the wired enclosure
that guards the wireless plant Of koko
Head from spies and enemies.
Welcome Extended
At the gate we were met by Ser
geant J. Preston OF Company G,
Second Infantry, and accorded
hearty welcome The boys of the regi-
Ment were just preparing a meal and
the cook thrust his head out of a tent
and hurled an invitation to stay.
But IT was getting late and there
was still the long road back. After
swapping" the sentry on guard at the
flagpole and the members Of the party
together with a number of the men in
khaki, the car started on its journey
again. ... *@@-@.
But the cook was not to be denied a
final word
Stick around, gang. We're going to
split keg," he yelled out
The chauffeur jammed the brakes
and the, car halted. Again the cook
bobbed out of his tent and laughed.
yep, stick around we're going to split
a KEEP of nails and ducked behind the
flap before single member of the
party could heave a brick. Sergeant
Preston smiled and waved goodbye.
Car Purrs Along
Leaving the brown dirt road of the
crater ground the machine swung in.
to the sandy stretch that crosses the
inlets of Maunalua Bay. Over tue
plank roads that were laid to enable
the traffic to pass over the quick
sands, the big car purred along like
top. The lack of jars, the ease of the
riding and the speed with which it
negotiated the bumps and irregulari.
ties of the road were all brought out
distinctly in this section of the route.
Then came the long Waialae road in
to town. Though good seven miles
IL seemed to drop away like foam in
the wake Of a steamer. In, fact the car
bomled along the road exactly like a
big ocean liner. The lack of vibration
was particularly noticeable. ~
Past the ranches owned by many of
Honolulu's prominent folks it sped and
before long the machine was climbing
tne hill that leads into Kaimuki. Then
down King street and Beretania street
and the trip was over before it seem.
ed to have really begun. And we had
made Makapuu Point and back with
out bursting single tire or giving the
engine the slightest attention although
the entire car had been subjected to
some rough treatment at various parts
of the route. And all within half
day. 1t was a wonderful trip in a
wonderful car and we only wonder il
we will be able to make it again in
the near future. -.