Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1917-06-08

, NeGuOnCanlSu nave OSCOme SSuOuS
n Gus. 1t Is of a sooth that the sacred
rights of suffrage have given US
strange political bedfellows. Will
they start to pulling each others hair
or will they kiss and make up?
I'm stumped on this very interest
ing question. but l can't see a way
out. Candidly, We have set things to
humming.
John c. Lane, mayor and gentle
man. has fallen. The zenith has Teen
reached, the nadir is yet to attain;
and Joe Fern, the evergreen, has, like
the Phoenix, risen from the ashes OF
the past into the glorious sunlight { +
newborn day. Dignity and car
riage, municipal efficiency, knowl'
edge-all have succumbed to the
hearty hand-clasp and the ready how
de-do.
Joe has spent every day Of his MGR.
tai existence in the campaigning tor
his election. John has neglected It
until the near approach Of The cleo
ton. For Joe, irrespective of whether
he really knows his job or whether
he leaves the brunt OF 1t On 10 his
secretary, is a good mixer. He is a
student of human nature and Is able
to delve into the secrets OF the heart
hence, his great political strength.
1t matters nJt whether enc be cal
able or highly efficient in the dis
charge 0; pOSlic duties, or Whether he
carries himself with digntty-eclar-
it's always the, man who's human
that wins.
And this reminds me that our pre-.
sent mayor is somewhat of q lattnist
as notice in his circulars to the cleo.
torate the following:
"Ubi Jno. G. Lane hi natio. Ubi
natio Ibi Jno, c. Lane.
l suppose 1t means something to the
effect that where John C. Lane is es.
tablished, there may We find the
people; and that where the public
stands, is also where his honor holds
forth-but it can't get votes, that's a
cinch.
And our supervisors, they whom We
affectionately dub our city dads" are
about TO enter into their new term Of
office.
Dies magma ct amara valde" truly.
Great and bitter day when from me.
mories OF the past rise the shades, Of
$4,000; and Indictments hang in air,
at the beck Of Democrats. They who
have licked their chops and said Fell
Republicans, we'll get you yeti"
All, but it seems a pity that al
such an inopportune moment jackass
rises to give elephant rubbing. Link
McCandless, thou light-bearer (Luci-
fer) of the higher regions-Whence is
this land wherefore thus?
Z. For, after all, the best have been
elected-they who've stood the acid
test (this brings painful memories of
Joe Luiz) and they who'Ve stood every
other sort Of test. Verify, uneasy
lies the head that wears the crown
Amen! Amen!
Quake o We heads of departments,
for the day is at hand and Bourbens
are starving. F'amished jackasses,
braying for fodder, are heard In the
political wilderness-and Willie Miles
and the rest of the faithful are come
into their own. j.,
Jimmy BickneIl, sober and sedate,
is reelected and Charlie Rose couldn't
avoid being sheriff. A voice from the
wilderness crying: Where, oh
where art thou Eddie Hopkins, hope
of our hopes, choice Of our choice"
Play the game of politics. There
are stakes to be won, strategic moves
to be made, cunning to be shown. But
Charlie Achi is sacrificed-so with
uuihi, Kanae, etc.
Vanity of vanities, all is vain"
says Ecclesiastes, and so say l.
Sincerely,
LAWRENCE KALEIOPU.