JOURNEY TO THE HAWAIIAN ISLANDS
IN 1916 I was invited by the Yale Alumni of Honolulu to come and speak at their annual banquet, and with the invitation came a cheque covering expenses from New Haven to Honolulu and return, for us both. Before this, the longest distance I had ever travelled for one Yale dinner was in 1902, to Denver, Colorado; the Honolulu journey established a record.
In the dining-car on the morning when we were due in San Francisco, I glanced at the morning paper, just to make sure that our steamer, the Matsonia, would leave on time; and to my dismay, I found that on account of a strike, her sailing was postponed. This was a tragedy as the dinner was set for the night we were due at Honolulu. Looking through the shipping-list, I saw there was a steamer for Australia, the Sierra, due to leave the next day, which would stop at Honolulu. I hurried to the office, and found there was only one room unengaged--the Bridal Chamber! We sailed at two o'clock the next afternoon; it was bitterly cold, with fog and icy wind as we proceeded through the Golden Gate. The first five nights were over- cast, so that no stars could be seen. This made the sixth and last night on board thrilling, for when I looked aloft, I saw a sky new and strange. Indeed I think the change in the constellations was the one thing that impressed me as more 'different' than any other spectacle. There was the Southern Cross, and the brilliant star Alpha Centauri (why don't they have a name for that wonderful star?),