You see, this is the sort of thing one hears,
And don't believe, until one sees the spot.
We left New York in snow up to our ears;
And now a Paradise! the palm, the rose,
The Bougainvillea, and the breath of summer.
I tell you Honolulu is a hummer.
It pays for six long days upon the ocean
And those sad memories of a ship's queer motion.
There's one thing, tho', that's disappointed me--
The much-exploited Honolulu maid;
I haven't seen a beauty in the town.
They're thick as ripe bananas on a tree.
You have not been observing, I'm afraid.
ETHEL (shrugging her shoulders).
Oh well, tastes differ. I don't care for brown;
At least for this pronounced Hawaiian shade.
I really can't imagine how a man
Could love a girl dyed to a chronic tan.
The New Hawaiian girl; a play. By Ella Wheeler
Illus. by John Prendergast.
London, Gay & Hancock, 1910.