South Sea Islands Colonized for U.S. by Hawaiian Youth

Manawatu Times, Volume 61, Issue 188, 11 August 1936, Page 5

South Sea Islands Colonized for U.S. by Hawaiian Youth

HJ.EO. —Baker, Jarvis and Howlanu islands in tno bouth f’aciiio have been colonised by Alnencau citizens, it was reported fieiu recently following me return to fiawau or the Coast Guard cutter fiasco wnicii transported iz xrawuuun youths, giauuates of rxamouamena senool in munuiuiu, to tho isinnus as tneir first residents. About a yeai ago au expedition went to mu islands tu gather aeroiogieai data for mu Government, to be uvunauio for any air service wuich migut be established between fiouoiuiu and New Zeaiaud. At tho time some question aiuso as to the ownership or tho islands, but later it was reported that Great Britain would not contest America’s claims. Now tho American colonists have settled on the islands and the American Hag flies over each. \V, T, Miller, superintendent of airways fur the Bureau of Air Navigatiou, led several expeditious to the islands last year. Ho announced recently that within a mouth ho will establish radio depots from which daily weather reports will bo broadcast to naval stations at Hugo Hugo and Hear! Harbour. Coast Guard olfi rials reported on their return to Hawaii that everything on tho islands is in good order and the youthful colonists arc in the best of spirits.

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