Aloha kind listeners. Your seagoin'
reporter and broadcasting stat:
on have come a long way since leaving
the dear old mainland. Two or
three days of rough and tumble weather-
just enough to put the land
tainted sea legs in good condition and
give us the pro p er stance---- cold
blustery days, cloudy grey days, warmer,
warmer, then into the sun
drenched blue of the tropical Pacific.
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This week has been one of routine
drills, watches and shakedown in
preparation for the mol' e serious
pdases of Froblem XVIII; consequently
Adam has little to talk about. The
star performers who usually make
excellent copy for the script used in
Nosey News have reformed- we hope.
Most of the hodge- podge and potpourri
presented will be of a different
kind than you have come to expect
from the smiling cut- throat who
dubs himself Adam Chatterbox.
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Chatterbox Chats: You will read
much about Honolulu and Hawaii and
though most of it will be dry, it is
worth reading. You can't know too
much about this self- styled " Paradise
of the Pacific," and most of what
yo~' ll. read, and hear, is literally true.
ThIS IS the tropical Garden of Eden.
Several years ago, Adam came to
Honolulu for the first time. Those
were his impressionable years and he
found this outpost city of Uncle Sam's
fa~' flung domain a delightful ! lurpnse.
He kept a log of all his travels
th'e. n and'm brow'smg through I. t now
h. IS Impressions as scribbled at the
tIme seem interesting:
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. Honolulu Harbor: Suddenly we are
In the harbor. Speed boats outrigger
canoes circle around; a ' half- pint
sea- sled Spurts over the waves like
THE BLUE BONNET
a drunken flying fish. Excitement
Hnes the rail. Each white clad sailor's
eyes glisten ... This is something
new and thrilling. Tug- boats and
fishing trawlers bring laughing, jostling
crowds, arms filled with lovely
flower leis. Brown heads dot the
water, coaxing merrily for coins ...
The slim grey ship slides alongside
a swarming dock. A native band
plays the Song of the Islands.
Smilmg faces of every nationality
greet us ... Coco palms wave an invitation
from the shore.
Balmy air, freighted with the scent
of many blossoms. Blue 0 c e a n,
emerald bay- green hills wreathed
with feathery mist back of Honolulu.
Behind us Diamond Head juts out to
sea, shutting away the pressure of
a long hard grind across twenty- two
hundred sea miles. There's fabled
Punchbowl hill. High Tantalus mountain.
We had expected all this, but
it is a surprise. Hawaii, the breezecooled
tropical land where, " You can't
remember what you came to forget."
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Heavenly Hawaii: Old Sol paints
the western sky a medley of glowing
color. Fort De Russy's gun salutes
the sunset. Five o'clock on Oahu.
The sun drops down, down, for its
dip in the southern sea. A golden
m. wn ar; ses majestically behind Diamond
Head. Purple shadows begin
to tint the sea's white wavecrests.
Across the warm yellow sands Waikiki's
lights are twinkling to the early
stars. Tinkling music of guitar and
ukule: e mingle with low- pitched laughter
from a nearby lanai .... Away on
the distant coral reef the puff of
white surf, the mystic flare of torches
where natives fish with spears.
The queenly moon is trying to make
us forget the sun's brief absence.
Clear and mellow, her radiance bathes
the land with silvery light. Pools of
cool mysterious shadow under every
tree ; nd shrub ... Each caressing
b:: ee- e laden with sweet perfume of
hibiscus, plumera, gardenia. This is
the land of romance!
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See Sights: There is much to seefern
jungles, tropical fruits, sugar
and pineapple plantations. Awe compelling
cliffs, volcanic craters, greenclad,
towering mountains; flying fish,
ancient villages. exotic oriental shops.
Hawaii is lavish with color- flame
trees. flowers in unbelievable pro-
" MY SAILOR SlYAK"
Gosh! Aint he nice, aint he sweet!
Look at that uniform, aint he neat?
Look at that salty hat; aint that
Look at them red stripes, aint they
Aint he swell, aillt he grand!
I aint got no morals when he holds my
Just see them trouser:;, aint they
Cee, I'm slipping, sure and fast;
Onc look at him makes my heart bend,
lIe's coming up to see me next week-end.
( One week intervenes.)
Who is that ugly little galk?
Who's that sloppy lummox coming up
Somebody else go to the door.
I a; nt got no clothes to give the poor!
" hat! You mean he asked for me?
ow who could that crumbled
Heaven help me!... M.. y. Steve in civ's!
Tn last week's article relative Engineering
Competition, the HOUTON'S
standing was given as seventh
place. This statement was in error,
as the ship actually holds tenth place.
fusion. Unique native houses. Quaint
side streets where all the races of
the earth rub friendly elbows- Japanese
and Chinese, Korean and Filipinos,
Hawaiian and Malayan, Portugese
and Norwegian, Negroes and
Englishmen, Main Street Americans
and Porto Ricans. Thi is truly the
" Melting Pot of the Pacific"- the
world, in fact. The wonder of it all ...
These p_ ople are all American citizens;
a. l honorIng and serving the same
::, tals and Stripes. Their flag is Old
Glory, too; Uncle Sam is their Uncle.
See all this and much more.... Carry
ack deep in your memory the picture
of an enchanted land- a remarkable
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That's all for this week folks ....
Thanks for sticking. Since the Hawaiian's
" Aloha" means any and
everything in the way of friendly
greeting and farewell, may Adam
again say, Aloha friends, both near