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...Pele, goddess of volcanoes, was on a house-hunting expedition when she hovered one day over the Hawaiian archipelago. There, according to legend, she found her fancy, settled in the fiery crater of Kilauea, near mighty Mauna...
...Pele was the most awesome deity of the people of King Kamehameha. When her anger stirred, Kamehameha's subjects quaked. She scooped up blood-red lava from the great holes of Mauna Loa, Kilauea, Hualalai, and poured it steaming across the island of Hawaii. To her Hawaiians sacrificed many a pig, many a steer, precious possessions. In caverns formed by the hardened lava, the corpses of ancient kings and the loftier chieftains were interred, with weapons, canoes, feather cloaks, as richly red and yellow as volcanic fires...
Louis took him to Waimea Canyon, which in the sunlight displayed colors as brilliant as those of Grand Canyon. Louis was full of old legends and superstitions, and here he took time to seek of the fire goddess Pele, who roamed about Kattai digging caves as she searched for a home; but each cave held water, and she had to move on to another and another until she settled in one with almost no water, which was unfortunate, for ever after she was never quite as hot. At least so Louis said...
This mild pleasantry is as excellently suited to Bing Crosby's mild acting talents as its soft Hawaiian tunes (Momi Pele, Okolehau, Nani Ona Pua) are suited to his deep warbling. Comedy is ladled out by Martha Raye, who distorts her vast mouth and yowls, and by Bob Burns, who to get laughs uses a pig named Wafford instead of his former "Bazooka." This amiable razorback is by far the funniest member of the trio, steals the show by oinking at suitable moments, winning a blue ribbon at a dog-show, then exhibiting a most distinctive canine trait when...
Swifter than Pele in reacting to Roosevelt charm was ex-Socialist Upton Sinclair, now Democratic nominee for Governor of California. On the night before a visit to Hyde Park Mr. Sinclair, by his own ad- mission, was nervous and slept badly. At 5 o'clock the next afternoon he entered the President's study at Hyde Park for an hour's conference. It was two hours before he emerged. He stripped off his coat, sat down with newshawks and began to burble: "I had the most interesting two hours' talk I ever had in my life...