-: THE BLUE BONNET :-
A weekly publication, published by the ship's
company of the U. S. S. HOUSTON, Captain
G. E. Baker, U. S. N., Commandinlr and Commander
P. K. Robottom, U. S. N., Executive
EDITOR, Ensi&, n C. J. Mackensie
Asst. Editor: R. C. Ball, Ch. Pay Clerk
Assoeiate Editor: A. D. Hall, MMlc
Distribution: B. M. Meuhlen, BU&, ler
24 April 1937
The Hawaiian Language
( Continued from Page 1.)
MEANING OF HAWAIIAN NAMES
Halsakala ( Maui)- House of the sun.
Hauula ( Oahu)- Red hibiscus.
Halemaumau ( Hawaii)- Fern house.
Hilo ( Hawaii)- Twisted name of Polynesian
Honolulu ( Oahu)- Fair haven.
Kaaawa ( Oahu)- The aawa fish.
Kailua ( Oahu)- Two sea currents.
Kaimuki- Fruitful season.
Kealakekua ( Hawaii)- Pathway of the gods.
Kilauea ( Hawaii)- Rising smoke clouds.
Lahania ( Maui)- Day of cruelty.
Mala ( Maui)- A cultivated field.
Oahu- Gathering place.
Waikiki ( Oahu)-- 8p. u. rt. i. n. g water.
WHERE TO GO BY AUTOMOBILE
The time spent in circling a picturesque
portion of the island of Oahu
is 4 to 6 hours, total distance eightyfive
uuanu Pali- To reach the Pali ( elevation
1207 feet) leave Honolulu via
Nuuanu Avenue, passing fine homes,
gardens, and the Oahu Country Club.
Here motorist pause to view the windward
side of the island, often called
" The world's finest panorama." From
this spot the warriors of Oahu hurled
themselves over the precipice to escape
the wrath of Kamehameha the
Great, conqueror of Oahu in 1795.
Kaneohe- At the foot of the Pali on
the shores of a bay of the same name
is " Kaneohe." Here one may view
wonderful coral gardens from glassbottomed
Kaawa- After skirting Kaneohe Bay
for some miles, Kaawa is reached.
Near are the ruins of the first sugar
mill on Oahu.
Kahana- Few miles further on is picturesque
Kahana Bay followed by
Punaluu and David Kaapu's Hawaiian
Hauula- Hauula is next reached. Here
a public bathhouse and beach invite
you to swim. Coppers Ranch Inn is
back of Hauula.
( To be continued next issue.)
THE BLUE BONNET
Are ya jealous, Sal? We been a
heavin' on tha bosom 0' tha ocean
and a restin' to tha caress 0' tha wave
for many a day now. This sure
sounds like our bones been gettin'
a treat, but take it from your grandpop,
they're beginnin' to jab through
tha sides 0' my hide so I'm startin'
to look like a pin cushion at a quiltin'
When it's blowin' ya gotta be grabbin'
handfuls 0' support or you'll be
headin' for Davey's locker without
runnin' through tha scupper. A
body's gotta dig in with his toe nails
and hang on so he can close his
peepers for forty winks. When tha
sea gets a rollin' she'll dump a body
in a heap, so you gotta brace yourself.
I got ' em there, Sal. For once
my shapely legs been doin' double
duty. Tha bow in ' em gives a body
a sort 0' natural brace in tha bunk,
and even if I gotta get out 0' bed to
turn over, I been restin' flatter'n tha
welcome on our old door mat after
tha yearly convention 0' Ma's relations.
' Tis not the life 0' Riley, but rather
tha odor 0' spoiled fish at times. We
took a passel 0' new recruits, known
as ' boots' to us sailormen,' aboard
our merry ship before we let go tha
buoy back there at tha city 0' beach.
A feelin' hale and hearty and a scamperin'
around like lambs at play, tha
new ones began to show strange
signs not in keepin' with their spirits
when messes 0' water started a poundin'
tha weepin' metal 0' tha ship.
Could a sworn I saw tha lot 0' them
a lookin' mighty discomfitted and a
gaspin' worse'n a sick carp out 0'
his element. Back there on tha fan
tail, it seems they was a prayin' to
tha gods 0' tha sea 0' briny Neptune,
cause they sure blessed tha waters
Ode To The Cruise-- Or Something
I saw the fleet go sailing,
A bustling out to sea,
And, oh! but it made me lonely
For a sailor-- or maybe three.
I thought, e'en the " Village Smithy"
Had his stance and his " spreading
And the sailors have their " dooty"
But what is left for me!
My name's Maude- but not Muller
And it's a fine and summery day;
For diversion I'd e'en rake a meadow
But the cruise has my hay- hay!
That makes me think of the " Hesperus"
And I quickly breath a prayer,
' Cause how would I know the fleet was
With me here and it way out there.
I murmur, ' the name's not Lafayette,
But Big Boy, I'm really here!'
Neither can I rejoice like Lafayette
With no liberty boats at the pier.
Ah, my Romeo, fair Romeo....
Does an " address book" aid thy
If it does! Blow on thou winds of the
While I'm pining- I'll take a snooze.
Ah, sweet mystery of life ...
It's an oft repeated tale.
This is the thing that bothers me:
Will I get a note in the mail ?
Now I have learned from Byron
Of the sea and the dove in its flight;
But I don't care about Byron- he's
Gosh! I want my sailor tonight!
* * * *
This is nonsense, pure, and certainly
But I've comfort from one famous
He said, " At times pure nonsense
Is relished by the wisest of men."
By Annie Nonymous.
This poem was received by the Editor
from a young lady of Long Beach
with the request that it be published
in our ship's paper. We have taken
the liberty of changing a word here
and there but it remains essentially
the same as written. We also think the
title should have been " A Lady's Lament."
Orchids to one who waits with
a sense of humor. ......
Boatswain's Mate: " What's the matter
McCormak: " I've a bad nose bleed."
Bo's'un's Mate: " You're not much of
a shipfitter if you can't fix a leak in
your own face."