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Elite Building, Room 8.
ANNE M. PRESCOTT,
Editor and Proprietor.
Washington, D. C, Dec. 14. ;
The remarkable week was
brought to a climax with the annual
fall dinner of the Gridiron
Club, all of whose dinners have
come to be notable events in the
life of a Washington winter.
Nearly all the prominent figures
in the week's doings were invited
guests at that banquet. The
President and Vice-President of
the United States were present,
as were the President-elect and
the Vice-President-elect. Hon.
W. F. Frear of Honolulu figured
among the gubernatorial guests
and occupied a seat at the head
It was a night of wit and fun-making,
in which all the dignitaries
unbended and met on a
plane of equality with the forty-odd
Washington newspaper correspondents
comprising the membership
of that club. Cabinet officials,
national chairmen, and
Senators and Representatives
galore were among the
about the gridiron shaped
table and did not adjourn till
when the impressive rendering
by a tenor soloist of "The
Song That Reached My Heart,"
E. G. W.
That A. Hume Ford seems to
possess (or it possesses him)
the "energetic habit" and indeed
he almost suegests an all-alive
Jan. 11, 1909.
Dear Minnie: Your welcome
note for "gceting" at this season,
this year as yet not much used
Cor abused). It is rather hard
for me to find much of any time
for private writing. Today a
Kona is on, a southerly storm
generally violent in flood and
wind, but always welcome in
THE HONOLULU TIMES
some ways, as we get but one
such in a year and it helps, after
unsettling us a good bit, to settle
us; clears the atmosphere,
washing us up and wringing us
out. It leaves no bad dirt behind,
takes off all old leaves, twigs,
dust and often old fences, old
roofs (old roads even and shacks,
bridges, (but no old editors), and
ultimately sweeps out to sea
with grand acclaim. We all like
a Kona an old-fashioned Kona
storm, in the very midst of so
many, not always, good fashions,
coming in to us even from your
staid old town, it may be of Boston
A storm such as this, awakens
all the lazy louts, men and women
too (too often) that appear
to have no visible (invisible)
means of support, turns them out
of their old shacks and sets them
to thinking, seriously, that work,
even on the plantation, with
square meals and a whole roof,
would be better than their precarious,
meandering mode of existence.
Oh, when one is once imbued
with the sacred belief in daily
toil, how blessed is he !
"Six days shalt thou labor."
Then will follow in its wake,
contentment, peace, self-respect.
"THE ANNALS OF A QUIET
What can we offer for you
now of annal, anecdote, or story
at length, like to dear famous
McDonald.? Our mite even is
but lame and halting in comparison.
The Young Hotel looks over at
us and the Cafe is tempting and
can easily be had.
The Y. M. C. A. looks too,
cross-wise, at the Elite and likes
to see all the plants growing in
the upper storv.
We planted Mrs. 'Taylor's nasturtium
seeds on New Year's Day
and said: "They should be up in
nine days," and on that clay one
seed was up, and on the eleventh
a potful ! So you see, seed ?
But we did not "forget" to give
them a little drink every day. A
baby must be fed you see.
And, that reminds us, that
nearly every dawn of clay or bit
earlier it may be, a dear little
baby awakens from long slumber
and is hungry; and, as it cannot
talk it tells its mother by crying,
to feed it even with warm milk,
which can be ready in five minutes,
if a clean well-filled lamp is
kept on hand.
It is very pleasant and green
back of our office and never do
we hear ought but kind words
and cheerful greetings, song,
whistling and story. Ours is indeed
a quiet orderly neighborhood.
It suits us and we are not
(knot) too easily, suited.
However, we are suited whenever
Miss Fitzhenry can find
time to play: "Come back to
Erin" and "Home, Sweet Home."
Not far from this, our domicile,
is a beautiful little boy and the
mother lets him go to play in the
garden by himself; but, every
now and again she goes and calls
out, to see if the little one has
wandered "outside the boundaries"
(as Bishop Willis used to
term it, at old "Iolani").
This morning we overheard the
mother calling and the little chap
shouted back: "Me all wight,
4 4 4
We have the Library, the Historical
Socictv, the Masonic Temple
and Kcarn's Chutney just
close below us, the Central Union
with Dr. Scudder just a piece
over from us a stone's throw,
the R. C. also with cross, bells,
clock striking every fifteen minutes
day and night, bells "calling"
us up to prayers at five a. m.,
the Angclus again at 6:30 p. m. ;
and, the C. S. within our gates ;
with all this we ought to try really
to crutch it some way, over
the rugged road of life.
Whenever we gang out for our
Kona (not storm) coffee as we
find ourself again in our own
"neighborhood," Hotel street, we
may see the tall majestic figure
of Mr. Peter awaiting a message
and the bootlacks all in order to
shine shoes, crossing we bid the
hackman good morning who
thinks (if he doesn't say) 'twould
be a fine morning to drive me and
my friend to the Pali all for four
dollars and a fair (fare) price.
We look in at a brand-new
"Thayer," pass quickly by to see