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Honolulu Busy and Colorful With Everything / to Wanderer's Taste Except—You Guessed lt—Humidity.

HONOLULU, Dec. 15.—People had said not to expect too much of Honolulu. They said it was just another busy city, without much color, very hot and bare, and very commercial. They said there was little

of the real Hawaii left in Honolulu. I've been here only one day, and I don’t know much about it yet. But the first impression is good. Honolulu fascinates me, and I'm pretty hard to please.

> Yes, the city is busy. And it’s hot. And commercial. But it’s - beautiful, too. There is luxuriant growth and color. Things are tropical; there is Polynesia here, and the Orient and a type of personality that does not exist in continental United States. You see groves of high coconut palms, clustered naturally and waving gracefully in the wind. You see public buildings with tropical lattice-blinds, and houses : built up half a story from the Mr. Pyle ground, with wide roofs and screened: porches. And on the three-mile drive out to Waikiki, through a section which in the States would be called “vacant lots,” tropical growth that’s so

‘nearly like jungle you shiver at the thought of

snakes in there. But there aren't any. I believe the thing I like most about Honolulu is the ridge of mountains rising right back of it. The mountains are jagged, with deep valleys running up at nearly 45 degrees, and it seems impossible that a house could stick on the side. But houses there are, hundreds of them. And there’s room to build thousands more. . The most surprising thing to me about Honolulu

" was its size. For some reason I had thought it to _ be a town of about 25,000. But it’s really a city—

150,000 people. It stretches for miles and miles along the beach, and then flows back up over the hillsides.

Coconut Palms Line Streets

You stand by the edge of a green park, down by the waterfront, and look up Bishop St. It is wide and uncrowded. Coconut palms tower on either side. On the streets you see Japanese women in their native kimonos and obis; you see Chinese in their native pajamas; you see Hawaiians in explosively colored silk shirts; you see Hawaiian businessmen dressed like our own bankers, and you see white businessmen going to lunch in an air-cooled dining room, just as at home. _ Honolulu is thoroughly modern. You don’t need to fear any lack of convenience. The only authentic oldtime grass house in the entire Hawaiian Islands today

. is in the Bishop Museum, with an iron rail around it.

# I can’t see any of the famed Polynesian languor in

i ‘Honolulu. People tell me it is here—in the indiffer-

. man in brown

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ence most people have for doing anything right away

! Z_put the way they rush around downtown you'd think

' There are just one or a other intersections the pedestrian has the right-of-

> * way. And cars really stop, too.

.1 stood on a street corner for five minutes, without a chance to step off the curb. Finally a native police1 uniform came along and said, “Go right on across.! So I did, and the cars stopped. Although ‘Hawaii looks like the tropics, and is in 8 way, it isn’t really tropical like countries around the Equator, In fact, the temperature seldom goes above 85 here, ‘But on hot days it feels as if you've been wrung through a wringer.

My Diary

By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt Visiting English Writer Stresses Importance of Efforts for Peace.

ASHINGTON, Tuesday—We had breakfast WwW early this morning because one guest had to

_ leave the house at 7:40 to catch a train and another

guest was arriving. As I saw one out of the front door I greeted the one who was entering. My incoming guest was Mrs. Louis MéHenry Howe. I had not oe her since I saw her daughter, Mrs. Robert Baker, and her small grandson in Urbana; 111, in November while on my lecture trip, so ‘we had

many things tg talk about. Miss Vera Brittain, the English writer, came to Another guest was Mrs. Eleanor Patterson, who I knew would be interested in meeting this Englishwo an, This is not Miss Brittain’s first trip. She was os lin 1934, but she told us she found far more interest than before in her subject “war and ace.” There is no question but that we are all more conscious of world conditions today and of the ‘menace of war, and therefore more gctively interested Gn preserving peace. We are all deeply concerned over the news from loss of life on the, Yangtse River boats. One's own personal worries sink into significance when ene realizes the magnitude of the sorrows that war can bring, nat only to the nations who are actively

engaged in canflict, but to innocent bystanders. White House Musicales Planned

Tonight we are to have our first official dinner of the season. This is the dinner given for the Cabinet, and [after it there will be a musicale. This afternoon Mr. Henry Junge, who for many years has represented Steinway & Sons in making arrangements for White House musicales, spent half an hour “with me going ever his lists for the winter. He told me all about the people who have Kindly offered to provide us with entertainment this winter. The President and I are deeply grateful for these offers and only regret that the number of entertainments given at the White House make it impossible: in any one season to accept more than a very limited number of the kind offers which are made. Therefore, I am : how deeply grateful we are for the kindness of the artists throughout the country. 2 |

" New Books Today

Public Library Presents—

N Jan. 30, 1889, the young, ardent and impulsive,

Archduke Rudolf, Crown Prince of Austria, find-

ing himself in terrible personal and political difficulties with his father, retired in despair to his hunting lodge at Meyerling, near Vienna. The next morning the world was stunned to hear that the Prince was found shot to death, and with him, supposedly murdered in a love pact, was the young and beautiful Baroness Marie Vetsera. ; Now comes an incredible disclosure. HE DID NOT DIE AT MEYERLING (Lippincott) an autobiography of “R,” a Hapsburg who becomes an American, written

- in collaboration with Henry Wysham' Lanier, purports

to be the life story of an unrecognized son of a

secret, early marriage of the supposedly dead Rudolf,

in which is told the truth about the tragedy of Meyerl-

HOSE who last July, admiring her courage and touched by the thought of a gallant figure «doomed, followed with anxiety the search for Amelia Earhart, will find again that same brave and gallant figure in the pages of THE LAST FLIGHT (Har2 court). : . r } : ‘The material in this volume, which Amelia Ear-

. over.

he Indian Transgressor in the Tropics

Strict South American Immigration Laws Curb on Beachcombers

(Third of a Series) By Negley Farson

Author of “The Way of a Transgressor” THE day of the Tropical Tramp is just about 0. Henry’s Central American heroes couldn’t survive down here any more. Men like James Lee Christmas and William Walker could never again rise to their point of tsardom. There will never be another man like J. P. MacDonald, “the Haitian King.” Even the number of just plain bums is decreasing in the West Indies and along the West Coast of South America. An interesting point to | bring up—that beachcombing in the tropics is definnitely on the decline.

WANTED: - Earl Snyder—Escaped 1930 from - State Prison, Jackson, Mich.

Well, Earl Snyder, wherever you are, you picked a bad country for a hideout if you selected the | Republic of Colombia. When I | saw your picture, under a notice: “Care Your Persons—These Vermin Are in This Country,” I was: having my fingerprints taken, all 10 of them. I had to do this within 48 hours

after I arrived in Colombia in or- |

der to get a police permit, with my photo on it, allowing me to remain and travel about in the | country. In addition to my passport, I was supposed to show this to the police of any town where I stayed more than three or four days. And without that | “certificate of identity” I could not leave the country. How did you manage it, unless, like Dillinger, you had your face lifted? (I had half an hour alone with Dillinger when he lay on his slab in that mortuary of the hospital; and I'll be blowed if I could see where that Oriental face had been lifted—and I looked.) And to get a visa for Colombia, Earl Snyder, I had to convince the Colombian Consul, London, either of my social, professional and financial status—or put down a deposit of $250 U. S. currency. How did you get in?

2 8 =» UT to return to the disappearance of the Tropical Tramp, still hero of so many of our ad-| venture short stories. There are half a dozen good reasons for his joining the dodo bird. First, as far as these Latin American republics are concerned, there is the

rising consciousness of their own personal worth. The days when 8g man couid pick up a job just because he was an Englishman or American are gone forever. In fact, that is the one thing that militates against getting @ job down here. The Republic of Colombia, for instance, has re: cently passed a decree that 80 per cent of the employees of any foreign concession must be Colombians. The result is thai the big oil and gold mining companies down here selected their best men, and let the others out. As other companies were doing the same thing, there was nothing else for these discards to do but to clear out. | The break was so sudden, so" stark in its reality, that no delusions were left; the discards tock their tickets home. You can’t any longer come {0 these countries to look for a j¢b —not _uniess you have enough money to bluff your way through as a tourist. In Argentina, if you don’t arrive there first class, you must comply with all the immigration laws: You must have either a work contract, an aflidavit of support, $1500 Argentine, or some relative no more distant than a grandfather or uncle. [In Chile, and nearly all other South American countries, you must present evidence of ability to support yourself and carry on your profession. ai

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Native fishing craft like these are the hangouts of ‘beachcombers

in the tropics.

This conglomeration of boats near Panama: City is

typical of what can be seen in every West Indies port. Central and

N Panama and the Canal Zone, the port authorities take your passport away from you when you land—and before you are allowed to remain in Panama you must deposit a sum sufficient to cover your repatriation in case you “become destitute.”

So you can’t go on the beach in these countries because you came down to look for a job and didn’t get it. In the West Indies the old lazy life has changed so completely that there is no room for a white

lounger any more. In the old, fat

days the planters and traders thought that an hour or so at the office was sufficient; then it was a stroll te the club, and gin swizzles for the rest of the languid day. ! “But there’s no room in our little islands‘for a life like that any more,” a young Trinidad trader told me. “It’s an all-day job at the office—if- you want to keep that job.” In the Barbados, more British than Great Britain itself, the English traders there were so jealous to maintain the white man’s prestige among such an . overwhelming population of Negroes that, when the slump came and many of the weaker traders went: broke, the other traders gave former managers jobs as clerks in their warehouses rather than see them slip down the social scale. 8 8 =

HEN they drop too far, well, of course, one simply stops trying to help them. The stoutest heart can’t do a Lord Jim in the West Indies or the tropics these days. That suit of cotton drill, once so white,’ gets dirty, torn, the buttons come off. Its owner is afraid to approach you to ask for help. Saddest . sight I saw in these lovely islands was below the pink and yellow balconies of Port o Spain. An old Englishman, only one tooth—quite mad. “I am’ the ‘Redeemer’s Dog,” he said to me. “Ali these people” —pointing to the happy Negroes, the Chinese, the Hindu girls in their painted saris passing in colored throng along the street— “all these people are living in sin. Old Moore's Almanac -says that 1937 will be the Year of

Judgment—you mark what this

old. man tells you, sir.” . We were in the American Restaurant: Mgr. Chin Lum. “Shall I remove him, sir?” asked the Chinaman. I shook my head.

“Thank you, sir,” said the Re-

deemer’s Dog. NEXT—Stowaways buried under

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Diving for coins is a method of livelihood for hunQuarters and halfdollars tossed from calling American cruise liners

dreds of West Indies ‘natives.

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Times-Acme Photo. South American repyblics are making the beachcomber virtually extinct by laws closely regulating the debarkation and residence. of ‘foreigners.

Canadian National Railways Photo. are often caught before the coins have had time to sink more than two or three feet. This picture was taken in Port Roseau of Dominica. :

Indiana Among 20 States Which Decree One Day in Week Fr2e From Work |

By L. A. NDIANA is one of 20 states which have statutes prohibiting Sun-

day labor, but which allow exemption from prosecution if any

other day of the week is observed as a period of rest. | = = | ‘The other 19 states having the

same laws are Connecticut, Illinois, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Maine,

Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, New Jersey, Ohio,

Missouri, Nebraska, New York, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Virginia, Washingto and West Virginia. nL “Blue” laws in many states still

insist that Sunday be maintained

inviolate as a day of universal rest

| —excepting “works of necessity and

charity.” . But at least half the states have gone far afield from the strictly religious concept. Their

"work not involving

‘wughly established through the years

“Sunday. closing” laws today are more eco-

dition, Arkansas, Maryland, Tennessee and South Carolina have old statutes barring those who deny the existence of a supreme being or of a future state of reward and punishment, from certain public offices, jury service, etc. Such laws, of course, almost never are invoked. Purely local enactments frequent-

ly find their way into the news, as when art dealers in Rockport, Mass., recently received court summonses for plying their trade on Sunday. Similarly, New York police recently started to enforce a local law fixing Sunday hours for the grocery and delicatessen business. The drive was backed by a church group, which wanted enforcement as a matter of principle, and by an organization of grocerymen who want- . ) ed their day of rest with the asOST of the Southern states |surance. that tireless competitors have severe laws governing would not scoop up profits while observance of the Sabbath. In ad- | they took their ease.

ly interlocked wi..h humane labor standards than with public morals. California, Wisconsin and Wyom& ing have laws which make no mention of Sunday, although all workers must have one day of rest each week. Except forthe barbering trade (and some specified amusements), the. fidld is wide open for Sunday activity in Arizona, Montana, Nevada,” Oregon and the District of Columbia. | In these states, however—as in the 21 others which prohibit all Sunday “necessity. or harity”—sSunday has become thor-

as the accepted day of rest. ; Modern revision of Sunday statutes has often been accomplished without the repeal of prior laws, resulting in Iioguens contradictions. > 2 = =

taking this opportunity to say publicly -

coffee.

Side Glances—By Clark

nomic than theological, more close-

A WOMAN'S VIEW By Mrs. Walter Ferguson.

TE mails are heavy with letters. bearing Christmas seals, to remind us that tuberculosis-isevery- |

body’s problem. . One little penny, if

that is all you-can spare, helps to |: swell’ the fund which goes to this |

fight. Because so many pennies have ‘been contributed through past years and so many men and women have thought about how we could rid ourselves of this affliction, we have discovered that we can stamp out tuberculosis. We also know enough to vaccinate ourselves against smallpox. We no longer put up with the epidemics of typhoid or diphtheria. We has-

ten to do something if malaria

makes its appearances near us. We

have discovered that we can keep diabetes. at bay, and are working |

hard to overcome the ravages of heart disease, pneumonia and cancer, Looking at the general picture, it seems as if we could rightly call ourselves a progressive, tioned, sensible people. . Yet with all these signs of intelligence, the rank and file of us still tolerate and accept war. Worse yet, we still prepare for war—not to resist it, as we resist tuberculosis, can-

well-inten-

Jasper—By Frank Owen

Entered as Second-Olass Matter . at Postoffice, Indianapolis, Ind.

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Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

Chronicler Continues His Saga of Magazine Day and Celebrities Who Held Literary Revels in Bookshop.

DIDN'T have time yesterday. to finish what I had to say about Magazine Day. Sidetracked as I was by the intrusion of “Trilby,” I didn’t get around to proving my thesis, namely, that Magazine Day had the

significance of a saint’s day. Well, the reason Magazine Day was like that was because it brought people of similar taste and beliefs together. It was not unlike a church in that respect where a lot of preoccupied souls get together every Sunday to worship at a common shrine. Magazine Day was more exciting than a church however. I don’t know whether you have ever noticed it, but a church is sometimes pretty dull. As near as I can find out, it’s because a church is nearly always under the control of one man who lays down the law ex cathedra and expects everybody to believe it.

Mr. Scherrer

zine Day. Instead of listening to one man, the crowd in the bookshops split up into little groups to discuss the merits of the latest story and wonder whether the author possibly could sustain the interest of the Jani serltl number. One opinion was as good as the next: I remember several occasions when the groups were larger and louder than usual. One, of course, was when “Trilby” turned up. It happened again when Paul Leicester Ford brought out ‘The Honorable Peter Stirling,” and had everybody wondering whether Grover Cleveland was the subject of the story. Booth Tarkington's first book, “The Gentlefnan From Indiana” brought out a big congregation, 00. Jo That was the story with a description of a rains crow. The groups in the bookshops spent hours, I remember, arguing whether an Indiana rain-crow could possibly make-a noise the way Mr. Tarkington described it. The last time I remember anything like an old-fashioned Magazine Day was when Scribners published Edith ‘Wharton’s “House of Mirth.” It was around the turn of the century.

Book Wornis in Huddle

I guess it was Magazine Day that gave the BowenMerrill people the idea of the little room in the back of their store. It was a room grammed full of old editions and leather bindings, in charge of Alfred Clarke, and it wey here that the book worms from all over the state gathered to unite in worship. On a good day, it was nothing out of the ordinary to see Myron Reed, William Fishback, David Starr Jordan, Berry Sulgrove, Judge Hines and Oscar B. Hord loafing around the place. A little later, James Whitcomb Riley and Oscar McCullough discovered it, too. . Bowen-Merrill’s little back room had the merit of bringing the book lovers together everyday instead of once a month the way Magazine Day did, and I suspect that was the reason Ignatius Donnelly didn't get any farther in Indianapolis than he did. ; Back in thé ’80’s, Mr. Donnelly wrote a book called

tried to prove by means of a cute cipher that Francis Bacon wrote the works = commonly attributed to ‘Shakespeare, | * Well, the thing was fought out in Bowen-Merrill’s back room. At one time it looked pretty bad for Mr, Shakespeare. That was the day a youngster by the name of Albert J. Beveridge showed up and said that neither Bacon nor Shakespeare had anything to do with it. It was Sir Walter Raleigh, said Mr. Beveridge, which, of course, complicated matters more than ever. By this time the champions of Shakespeare were thoroughly aroused and sent for Mrs. Hufford. She came and told Mr. Beveridge where to head in, and ever since that day Shakespeare has had everything his own way inf* Indianapolis.

Jane Jordan—

Live Away From Married Daughter To Avoid Quarrel, Mother Advised.

EAR JANE JORDAN—When I was a young woms an I married and had a daughter. Her father died when she was little, leaving me a small farm. A few years later I married again a fine man who was a wonderful father to my daughter. Early in life she showed signs of being selfish and she is still the greediest and most selfish person I have ever known. She was almost a young lady when my second huse band passed away. He left me a few thousand dollars and eventually I married for the third time—a man with a small daughter and a son almost grown. My daughter bitterly opposed this marriage. My husband said she was a spoiled, selfish young woman and stood up for his rights. We were separated for a short time becaiise of her. Then he died of a heart attack. My daughter married a young farmer. She asked me for her share of her father’s money with what I had received from my second husband to buy a small farm. I went to live with them, never charging them a cent of interest on all this money, and I work like hired help. My daughter’s husband is as selfish as she is. They want more all the time. They also impose on his mother who is a widow. I have some money which my last husband left and a pension. ‘I want my own home and friends of my own. I could live comfortably on what I have, but when I mention it my daughter gets mad. They want me to stay and work and give them my money. I put markers at the graves of my first and second husbands and want one for my third husband and myself, but my daughter doesn’t want me to spend the money. Please advise me how to escape from this selfish fame ily. or ” A MOTHER. Answer—-It is high time that you and your daughe ter separated. You'd be better friends if you lived apart. Of course she'll be upset when you leave and will try to justify herself by blaming you. Your feel ings will be hurt. Try to say nothing you will regret, If you want to go in peace it will be just as well not to stir up our daughter’s guilty feelings by reproache

1 ing her for the past. It is enough that you want to

lead your own life in your own way. You need no other excuse. ‘ i The time for you to have dealt with your daughter’s selfishness was when it first made its appearance in her childhood. The soft streak in you developed a hard streak in her. She takes and you give up, but

picture of one fatally repeated reaction to each other. How fortunate you are to have the means to “live alone and like it.” Parents who save enough money to live on after their children are married

pendency. ; ; JANE JORDAN. ’

; ‘Put your problems in a letter to Jane Jordan, whe will

‘| answer your questions in this column di

‘Walter O'Keefe—"

ONDON, Dec. 15.—You'd never suspect a dignified,

serious fellow like the King of England of being coy, but it’s true. He has just turned 42, but

That wasn’t the case in the bookshops on Magae

“The Great Cryptogram,” in the course of which he .

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cer and smallpox—but to promote and inflict it upon others. : 1 Is it not true, however, that war, |] like tuberculosis, is everybody’s prob-: | lem? To get rid of it means as much to the modern individual as 1t meant to the citizen of 50 years ago to stamp out the tubercle germ. War is man’s deadliest enemy;

hart sent back from time to time by wireless and by mail, was to have been gathered into a volume telling something of her life up until the time of her flight around the world and giving the account of the flight itself. Now the book has been published, not jndeed under her own Girecnon, but arranged by her - husband, rge Palmer am. : i This Oh Tor those who admire pluck in |. fs n de 0 e

not going to admit it until June 9 when it official. ob % Nothing could express better the conse ‘ish temperament, George refused fo be insists on having six months was born 42 years ago. . The truth of the ation