The New Hawaiian girl; a play. 
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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With high ambitions to return to Yale
The envied hero of a wilder tale;
You thought each maiden on this isle, perchance,
Wore skirts of grass, and danced the Hula dance;
And gave her lips to any man for gold.
RALPH (interrupting).
Oh, 'pon my honour, I was not so bold.
GIRL (ignoring, and with vehemence).

You thought the old-time licence still prevailed;
You did not know across the heavens had sailed
A beauteous star, in brilliancy arrayed,
The Self-respecting New Hawaiian Maid--
Who prides herself upon her blood and birth,
And holds her virtue at its priceless worth;
And stands undaunted in her rightful place,
Snow-white of soul, however brown of face;
Warmer in blood than your white women are,
And yet more moral in her life by far
Than many a leader in your halls of fashion.

RALPH (gazing at her with admiration).
I vow I like to see you in a passion.
Such royal rage!  Your forbear was, I know,

The New Hawaiian girl; a play. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Illus. by John Prendergast.
London, Gay & Hancock, 1910.
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