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Evening Star, Issue 19032, 29 August 1925, Page 10

The family, although from that part ol Maryland, half-Southern and halfNorthern in sympathy, was of unquestioned Northern loyalty. Kfhvin Booth voted for Lincoln in 1864, and had no patience with his brother's Southern political leanings. It is evident that John Wilkes Booth teas of the sensational type, with a will to strut and pose not held in check even under social pressure. _ His highly emotional nervous organisation, inherited from the father, his tragic roles, and his impulses and perceptions, which had become perverted by his overwrought feelings, made him the easy victim of the suggestion to he the Brutus in real life that he had seen on the hoards.

.Japanese tho things that are, Japanese, and so their beautiful glances are sacred. One left them wTlhn, deeper appreciation and keener admiration of the Japanese, and a newer sense of tho refined beauty ol their w'omenfolk. Ono misses those'dainty little cherry blossoms, Bayonara ! The American women, of course, takn the limelight). They wear their eyes in horn-rimmed spectacles, and they roll their own stockings. _ They are. certainly not ugly, but just ns certainly they're not beautiful. Finally, they speak like .something rasping _over sandpaper. They dress exquisitely. They need to. Jf it weren’t for the fact, that they know how to dross they would be just as disappoint ing as Honolulu'itself. No wonder the American sailors lost their heads over Australian girls. It was probably tho first time that they had seen real prettiness iip such large quantities. The white men in Honolulu —there are so few of them—are goodlooking and well-dressed, and they admit if..' They arc eagerly sought after by American womenwith varying degrees of success. Naturally they are spoilt, hut they are good fellow's all the same. it is claimed that Honolulu's ternperature is the finest in tho world, varying only a few degrees. Be not misled. All the thermometers in Honolulu nr« faked. The summer there is just as hot as we get it in Sydney, and at tirnes considerably better. You can occasion* ally get. cool in a Sydney summer, but not in Honolulu. At night_ they tell yon to wait for the trade winds. fee you get excited waiting for them. They conic. But they doiPt conquer. They are just our .southerlies in disguise, hut the}' don’t last, as long. Finally, you have mosquitoes to keep your nights occupied—swarms of them. This fact has been inadvertently omitted from all text, hooks on Honolulu. Consequently the visitor’s first bite makes him think he is back homo again. But the sound of Hie ukulele in the flat above reassures him. No, Honolulu is no paradise. It is just a pretty little place that has had too much said about it. Naturally you expect a great deal, and get nothing beyond the ordinary prettiness of a pretty place.