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...enormous appetite of businessmen for new office space is lifting the economy as well as the skylines of the U.S. From Honolulu to Boston, from New Orleans to Chicago, seldom have so many new towers changed the urban landscape or taken shape on architects' drafting boards and in corporate budgets...
...when he toured the Hawaiian Islands, Mark Twain planted a monkeypod tree which lived to a great age and developed to enormous proportions. What he did for the tree he also did for his career. When Twain sailed for Honolulu as a South Pacific correspondent for the powerful, popular Sacramento Union, his literary reputation rested uncertainly on one widely read newspaper story: "The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County." When he returned to California four months later, his newsy and engaging letters from Hawaii had made him "the best-known honest man on the Pacific Coast...
Saddle-Colored Maidens. He was a roaring American primitive who hit Honolulu like a monsoon. Hawaiians were not merely amazed at his exuberant ways; they thought that he was always drunk. His appetite for experience was enormous. Ill in bed with saddle boils, he had himself carried to an interview with survivors of a shipwreck at sea, had his dispatch thrown aboard a ship already under sail. Astride a spavined horse named Oahu, he viewed a bone-strewn battleground, exotic foliage, and "long-haired, saddle-colored maidens" with the rapt admiration of a Peeping Tom newly admitted to Eden...
...rather smell Honolulu at sun set," he said, "than the old police courtroom in San Francisco." He kept his eye unawed, describing the mourning for a deceased royal princess as an occasion when native women writhe "to a weird howling which it would be rather complimentary to call singing." Sometimes he reported earnestly, filing statistic-studded essays on the whaling and sugar industries. He was at his best when he gave in to his sense of humor. Of lower-class Hawaiians traveling on an inter-island schooner, he reported that "as soon as we set sail the natives all laid...
...after resting, we would come down the mountain a piece and board with a godly, breech-clouted native, and eat poi and dirt and give thanks to whom all thanks belong, for those privileges, and never housekeep any more." Yet, aside from a tantalizing shipboard glimpse of a Honolulu quarantined by cholera in 1895, he never found his way back...