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I J-. 1 j—Tl HE planters use the term as freely as Ll the dinner-pail men in the states, and one takes to It easily, presently can . * think of no true substitute. g A Hawaii is a wonderful land in which r to "lay off.” I can easily name a num- ’ ber of more desirable places in which to labor, but the islands are the “great, * good place" in which to refrain from

labor. And this is evidenced by the growing number of "retired” folk who are taking up residence here; though witnessed much more emphatically by the Hawaiians themselves; than move on earth ,no more repose-full, superior, truly aristocratic beings. “Plenty" snobs there are in Honolulu, but the unassailably superior souls are the native-born, the native race, who, aloof from the harried hustling haoles

(whites), walk in unmoved calm and philosophy. And this air of large leisure worn by a goodly part of the population, the "low latitude” of the islands, with other temptations of nature, invite all to loitering or play. For play, too, is one of the persuasions of the land, and though at sea-level the temperature remains ever at summer reading, the uplands and far heights are brisk and breezy, and every one of the eight Islands is mountainous. Hawaii has the highest mountains of any Islands in the worlds and her lesser ranges, also, otter to the mountain climber no little of hazard and excitement, as well as infinite beauty. Certain persons return year after year to the little island world; in the ambition to explore still unknown valleys, scale unforgotten baffling palls (precipices), essay again a path to a pathless summit. On the largest island. Hawaii, there are three mountains, one of which is over eight thousand feet in height and each of the others more, than thirteen thousand. On the much smaller island of Maui, old Haleakala bulks large and towers high; few grander sights are to be studied than the view from the top of this mountain; the battling of the clouds below; the narrow isthmus of Maui joining on to those West Maul mountains that upraise a noble wall opposite the greater range; the giant crater; the distant Islands floating In the water. On a clear day from the summit may be seen all the islands of the group except Kauai; over on the big island, Hawaii, snowcapped Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa stapd forth, though distant a hundred miles; tjie entire island of Maul lies revealed. The people who say one can “do" Hawaii in —very short order, are very likely the. people that declare the .Hawaiian language is easy to learn. To “do” them takes considerable time and considerable effort But they are very worth while, they are as responsive as the race whose name they bear—-or who bears their name. Seashore or mountainside, bridle path or trail the tramper cuts for himself, auto highway or 1 cowpath on the wide ranch lands, all lure and give rich return to those that respond to their call. The horse not so very long ago was king in the island, ruled supreme, richman, poorman, beggarman, thief, all were dependent on equine carrying. Everybody knew h<w to ride, everybody had a horse, planter and Pake (Chinaman) meeting in- thls on a certain equality. But now. for one reason and another, horses are getting scarce and cost a good deal more to keep than they used to. And while the expense of riding has Increased, the pleasure has decreased —owing to automobile and motorcycle. But for mountain trips the horse still holds its own, and, I know no better way to play in Hawaii than to travel mauka (mountain-ward) with a willing steed, climbing up and up and up to where "the trail is and the path is dim"—but no “panther clings to the arching limb.” The mountain forests are of much beauty and Interest, both the reforested heights and the slopes still in possession of the native trees. Giant ferns, great-leaved, aspiring vines, wild bananas and tall shrubbery, help make a tropical jungle, though the cool air, the energy of horse and ride?, do not bespeak the tropica Birds are few. but one would rather see none titan be accompanied by the bold, raucous, multitudinous mynahs of the lower levels. These pesta, as one ascends the mountain, give place to ah occasional skylark, whose song and soaring fit in well with a holiday mood. Occasionally in the wilds the little native olive-green bird separates itself from the protecting foliage; and once in a while that other son of the soil, a rosecolored songster, is heard and seen. But bird life -is not a feature of the islands; the forests are almost silent, almost destitute of animal life. z Wild flowers are as scarce as native birds. One occasionally comes upon the Hawaiian begonia, drooping, large-petaled, pink and gold, very lovely. Sometimes the bloom of the jasmine shines out white and starlike and sheds its fragrance far abroad. The flowers of the wild ginger, one kind pure white, the other a creamy yellow, fill the air with Intoxicating sweetness. But the dominant mountain odors come from the greenery; perhaps from the trailing malle, a myr-

"LAYING OFF" IN HAWAII

by KATHERINE POPE

tie-like creeper of which the Hawailans are inordinately fond; perhaps it is the wholesome scent of the eucalyptus trees, whose stralghtne s s, slimness and pervading spiciness remind one of the pine woods of the North; perhaps

there is but a lush ferny smell. There is one native tree growing in the mouh-’ tains that bears a blossom very unique and delicately fragrant, the chua. In its time of full blossoming-the tree’s often stocky form presents the appearance of a huge crimson bouquet, there are such myriads of silky pompon flowers. Perfect pompons they are, and very well made, each silken thread about as hard to pull out as a thread of manufactured silk from a milliner’s creation. The flowers are woven into beautiful garlands, or lels, as the natives call them, and on the streets of Honolulu the stranger always turns to look again at a wreath of lehua blossoms, the deep coloring, the character of the flower, being so unusual. And a still more beautiful mountain bloom, to my mind, is that of the ohla, cousin to tflp crimson blossom. This is of the same shape but smaller tn size and its shade is the richest old-rose. A party descending from a trip mauka with each member sporting a lei of lehua or ohia,. feel very lucky indeed, proudly display this trophy of ascent to and dalliance in a real mountain region. In Hawaii one need not go to the states to get the tonic of the cold; one can take to a mountain hut and in mountain life arrive at invigoration. I write at this moment from a mountain retreat located at an elevation of 5,000 feet; sit clothed in khaki and sweater, and with a great downy scarlet blanket cushioning my chair and enwrapping my feet. Evenings the- household indulges in a fire of crackling, and pungent, eucalyptus logs, and nights I have on my bed from four to six blankets! This abode and the acres about, are stolen from a great cattle ranch on the slopes of the mountain of Haleakala, and I cannot but wonder how Our host ever was able to get any sort of slice from the great landed estate. Glad indeed I am that he was able, and that I am allowed to sojourn here In my present "lay-ing-off.” For the spot is of rare beauty—even in this land where beauty is such a commonplace. The little retreat lies midway up the mountain, a seven-mile ride by horse and the summit is reached. But one has no call to take the slow, arduous climb very often, for there is such a ravishing view from this viewpoint. Most of the island lies spread out below, rolling ranch lands leading down to green cane fields with the sea beyond, and over all a dome so vast and blue one thrills at the immensity and beauty. On clear days three islands float off there in the sea, and behind us the summit statads out sharp and challenging, a long line with little or no curve or cut On our deep, level lawn high clumps of geraniums and fuchsias glow richly colorful in the mountain air, at the window blue hydrangeas peer in, down in the little garden a Mareschal Niel rose blooms riotously, beyond, our gates real dandelions dot the pasture laiyss and there are occasional purple thistles. As I stroll about the enclosure, or ride without on the ranch, I marvel that all these homey flowers and weeds, this bracing air, can really be a part of sub-tropical isles. My present comparatively luxurious mountain life—hair mattresses, French china, Jqp servants, etc., etc.—4s very pleasant indeed, but I was equally at ease the time I spent seven weeks in a cowboys’ - hut in the Waianae mountains on Oahu, where I slept on fern beds, drank my coffee (but good quality) from an enamelware mug. sevSal of us shared the services of one "boy." In e humbler'.holiday there was -the keen, pure upland air; the beds of dry fans, piled a foot or so high, were very comfortable; one clever China

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and lying on the hillside looked at ease upon glorious sunset and wondrous moonrise, then sought a snug shelter and spent a snug evening. The simple life may be followed in Hawaii very successfully by the sea, though here one may be tempted, as Beatrice Grimshaw says, to “go native” a little too much. Bare feet and a holoku (native dress) seem suitable costume, and once taken to, it is hard to return to the burdensome trappings of conventionality and cold climates. Of course, on the beach at, or near, Honolulu, the haole (white person) would not dream of such a thing, but “on the other side the island” many indulge in this dream. To the newcomer a thatched shelter appeals as the most. appropriate dwelling, as the right setting for life on coral strands, but in these days of prosperity and display one has to search far in Hawaii before coming upon such simplicity. Not long ago I stumbled upon the ideal, a little shack close to the sea, yet pleasantly screened from its glare by rows of feathery Ironwood trees, and here I cast anchor for a season of laziness. It was very pleasant for awhile, very restful and restoring. At night I went to sleep to the sound of the sea, mornings was awakened by the song of the skylark. A dip in the ocean Wks followed by breakfast under the ironwoods, then a stroll along a winding road and a view, over the hedges of spider lilies, over the distant canefields, of misty mountafh valley, lofty peak and dome. Afterward a hammock in the alley of ironwoods; or canoeing with a native fisherman; or lying in the sands idly watching a holqku lady put her head down into a box with a glass bottom and peer about the waters in pursuit of dinner. In the cool of the afternoon, clad in a bathing suit I indulged tn "barefoot joy” along the beach, took a second plunge, then donned a fresh holoku and went in to dinner. And the day was done.

NEW CURE FOR BALDNESS

Yes, they say a new cure for baldness has been discovered in Boston, warranted to grow hair on a bone or whiskers on a cake of ice. So the man with a clearing on his pate will come in for a few more bromidlc joshes from the- gentlemen with incandescent imaginations. It may serve to check the torrent to remark that it is believed that the first cure for baldness was discovered in the early part of the reign of that Pharaoh of Egypt who was drowned while chasing Moses and Aaron on moving day for the land of Goshen. At any. rate the Pharaoh was bald and physicians of his time peddled remedies fdr baldness, so there is a case of circumstantial evidence. As baldnese has persisted until this date, it is to be presumed that some of these baldness cures have been bald fakes. The Boston cure may be a perfectly legitimate thing, able to do all that is claimed for it—but there may be persons who will prefer baldnese to hair, not considering hairlessness as much of an affliction as constant visits to the barber shop. There are all sorts of opinions among us, you know.— Detroit Free Press. ,

Silas—l don't believe you pronounced that wort right, Jonas. Jonas—That'* the way Phil Albright pro Bounces it. a college aluminum and I guess he ought to know.

boy could do wonders over an outdoor fire; wild turkeys were numerous and easily obtainable, and a nearby gulch yielded taro (Hawaii’s chief vegetable), sweet potatoes, papayas, etc. There, as here, jL tramped and climbed and rode in the daytime; there, as here, evenings I blanketed myself like an Indian

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Back to the Bible

Application c! the Scriptarea to the World Today at Seen by Eminent Hen in Various Walks o! Life

(Copyright, 1914, by Joseph B. Bowles) BIBLICAL HISTORY AND POETRY. (By ROBERT BTUART MACARTHUR, D. D., LL. D., President, Baptist World Alliance.) "The English Bible is the chfe. bond which holds united, in a common loyalty and a common endeavor the various branches of the English race.’’— Albert S. Cook, Ph. D., profesor of the English Language and Literature, Yale University. If we think of the history contained in the Bible we shall be able the better to judge of Its value to literature. It Is the earliest record of the oldest events; It reaches to the morning of creation. It leads us through all the eras of creation until man appears as the crowning glory of God’s creative work. It permits us to hear the morning stars singing together; it gives us the first notes of praise uttered by the joyous sons of God. Not Herodotus, but Moses is the true “Father of History.” The book is largely composed of history and biography, and no studies are more important than these. Carlyle said that the only true history is biography; and in this respect the Bible surpasses all other books. It avoids the dangers and it illustrates the excellences of this most difficult kind of writing. Let us think, also, of its poetry, that we may better appreciate its relations to literature. • What is poetry? Aristotle says, "Poetry is imitation;” the quaint Thomas Fuller says, "Poetry is music in words;” and Dr. Johnson defines poetry to be “the art of pleasing.” Shakespeare and Cowper endeavored to define poetry, but probably neither they nor,any others have been able to give a definition satisfactory even to themselves. But whatever definition may be accepted, it is certain that in the Bible we have some of the finest examples of what all will agree to be poetry of a high order. Most readers of the Bible have to judge of it, as most readers of the poetry of Homer and Virgil, through a translation. David and Isaiah thus suffer; but even when so studied, the glowing lyrics of the one and the seraphic prophecies of the other, place them in the front ranks of the writers of all countries and centuries. • ' The poetry of the Bible is unsurpassed in loftiness of thought find eloquence of expression. This poetry Is animated by the breath of God; it is aglow with the soul of the Eternal. At the same time it throbs with all human sympathies; it sings in our gladness, weeps in our sadness, mourns in our defeats, and shouts in our triumphs. It is equally at home In funeral obsequies and at marriage festivities. It belongs exclusively to no school of poetry; it possesses many of the excellences of all schools of noblest song. It belongs to the twentieth century as truly as to the remotest past; and it will be equally appropriate to the thought and life of. the most distant future. Milton declared that the Greek and Roman classics are unworthy to be compared with Zion’s songs; and Sir Daniel Sanford says: “In lyric flow and Are, In crushing force, in majesty that seems still to echo the awful sounds once heard beneath the thunder clouds of Mount Sinai, the poetry of the ancient Scriptures is the most superb that ever burned within the breast of man.” FAITH AND FORGIVING. (By WARREN A. CANDLER, D. D., LL. D„ Bishop of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South.) "What a book it is! No other book tn the world can fit itself to your needs, to your temptations, your cares and wants.’’—Robert J. Burdette. There is a vital connection between faith and forbearance. To have great-

Egypt! “Now therefore be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither: for God did send me before you to preserve life. • • • And God sent me before you to preserve you a posterity in the earth, and to save your lives by a great deliverance. So now it was not yoy that sent me hither, but God: and He hath made me a father to Pharaoh, and lord of all his bouse: and a ruler throughout all theT land of Egypt." Three times In there brief words the magnanimous brother detlares that the hand of God was in

ness of mind one 'must have greatness of heart. Bunyan rightly called bis hero of faith, “Great Heart.” Joseph’s brethren behaved most despicably towards him when they sold him to the Ishmaelites; but how magnanimously he bore himself towards them when later he made himself known to them in

all he had suffered more than war* the hands of his brethren. He wan not blind to their fault, nor did he seek to excuse their crime; but he spoke out of the habitual faith of his heart that the mercy of God is more powerful than the malice of men. To a faithless heart the injuries of earth bulk too large; its vision is too narrow for it to perceive things in thefr true proportion. But to the heart of faith God is very great, and He is able to over-rule to good ends even so refractory a thing as the wrath of man. Such a soul is not busy with the plans of self-will, but seeks to find and follow God’s plan for it, believing and knowing that no one is able to defeat the divine purpose by machinations of evil. Like its Master it can dare crucifixion, and pray for its tormentors, "Father forgive thpm,” because, ft discerns by faith that its cross is the prophecy of its crown. If one has occasion to practise forgiveness and forbearance towards his fellow-man, let him pray, "Lord, increase our faith," as did the apostles when Jes,us commanded them to forgive the trespassing brother seven times tn a day, if he repented. More faith is required to overcome an unforgiving disposition than to remove a mountain. The vision of Jesus at the right hand of God turned Stephen’s gaze away from the rage of the men who stoned him and moved him to pray, “Lord lay not this sin to their charge.” (Acts 7:60.) HOW THE POET BURNS WAB SET FREE. (By ALBERT S. COOK, Ph. D., LL. D., Professed of English Language and Literature, Yale University.) ■ • "Knowledge of the Bible is declining among all classes, with an Incalculable loss to the life of the country.”—. Viscount Bryce, former British ambassador at Washington. The Bible is the poor man’s charter of freedom. What is it that makes the poor man free? What prevents him from being bought—that is to say, enslaved? What deters a tyrant from attempting to crush him? What enables him to hold up his head in any presence? Character. And there is no such nurse of well-knit, modest, quiet, decided, courageous character as the sense that one is a child of God, is under his defense and guidance, and that one can call upon him at any moment for counsel and support. f ' Robert Burns, born in the humblest of situations, bred to poverty and toil, is now considered one of the four chief representatives of the Scottish race. Until he was sixteen years old, his Use, to use his own words, brought him “the cheerless gloom of a hermit and the unceasing toil of a galleyslave." Yet his name is today held in greater reverence, and uttered with more heartfelt love, than that of any king who ruled in his lifetime. How did he thus free h|mself, and, by asserting his manhood in song, hold up a banner to every struggling peasant everywhere? I know no better answer than Rurns has provided in his own poem, "The Cotter’s Saturday Night,” where he shows the place that the Bible held in the poor man's home —how it inspired trust, cheerfulness, self-respect, and mutual affection. After telling how the father—his father —“collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes," he relates how the members of the family gather, and partake of their frugal supper—oatmeal porridge, milk, and home-made cheese. The mother, at the table, rattles pleasantly on, and then — The cheerfu’ supper done, wi* serious face, ' They, round the ingle, form a circle wide: The sire turns o’er, wl’ patriarchal grace. The big ha’-Blble, ance his father's pride. . . . He wales (chooses) a portion with judicious care. And "Let us worship God!** ho says, with solemn air. The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high. . . . From scenes like these old Scotia’s gran- . deur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd * abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings. "An honest man’s the noblest work of God." (Copyright, 1914. by Joseph B. Bowles.)

Germany's "Grove of Heroes."

A unique memorial to great Germans is gradually being built at Kaltenbach, an hour’s ride from Cologne. The “Grove of Heroes” is the name of the place and it is hoped that it will eventually prove a mecca for patriotic Germans and perhaps a place of yearly patriotic gatherings, at which noted men shall speak and the memory of the Illustrious dead shall be commemorated. A young farmer named Karl Bosnlus set aside a large grove on his farm and began setting up monoliths to the memory of the great To date there are stones for Bismarck, Goethe, Luther, Theodor Koerner, Ernst Moritz Arndt Schiller, Beethoven, Queen Louise and Frederick the Great When in Doubt Play "Sinaloa.” Tennis is a sure revealer of character. Three sets with a man suffice to give one a working knowledge of his moral equipment; six, of his chief mental traits; and a dozen, of that most important and usually veiled part of him, his subconscious personality. Young people of opposite sexes are sometimes counseled to take a long railway journey together before deciding on a matrimonial merger.> But I would respectfully advise them rather to play "singles" with each other before venturing upon a continuous game of doubles.—Robert SchauT.er, in the Atlantic. •