Ka Leo o ka Lahui, Volume II, Number 274, 7 September 1891 — Page 4

KA LEO O KA LAHUI.

"E Mau ke Ea o ka Aina i ka Pono."

 

KA LEO.

 

John E. Bush.

 

Luna Hooponopono a me

Puuku.

 

MONDAY, SEPT 7, 1891

 

A TALE OF THREE MOTTOES.

 

In Honolulu was a paper almost quite unknown to fame; “Be just and fear not” was its motto, Advertiser was its name.

‘Twas the only government organ And the coun corralled with greed; But unfortunate subscribers Naught but government “ads” could read.

The proprietors view of justice Was “rake in all the gold you can,” For when comes a new election, We’ll be “busted to a man.

Now another leading paper, Called the Evening Bulletin; “Pledged to neither sect or party” But that by which most gold the’ll win.  “Pledged to neither sect or party,” What a crammer Bulletin!  Who you’d back up any party, Which would bring you in most “tin.”

But your time is coming “Bully,” Soon our votes we’ll cast again, And you money grabbing tactics, You will find are all in vain.

Two years pass and things are altered, What paper’s this before me here?  Ka Leo O Ka Lahui, Is its title plain and clear.

Is it stocked with advertisements, Paid for by government? No it’s full fo reading matter, And for public good it’s meant.

@, ancient name for Lion; Scarless, as they name implies,

Bulletin and Advertiser, You have crushed with all their lies.

Then let us all support Ka Leo, And it’s motto which means this: That a country lives established, Only by its righteousness.

                                                VOX POPULI.

 

WAILUKU WATER.

 

            For years past the town of Wailuku – which is situated below the sugar mill -  has been receiving its water supply through the conduit of an open ditch into which every abomination of dogs and other uncleanness could wallow -  in fact it was no better than an open sewer.  As a consequence the mortality of that part of the town was high and successive medical men have for years animadverted on the state of the water supply.  The Legislature of 1890 passed an act toremedy the evil.  Chap. 59 of that session is entitled an act “to establish and regulate the Wailuku Water Works.”  The government sent a supple of pipe and a staff to Wailuku to commence work, but the Minister of Interior has been warned by the Manager of the Wailuku Sugar Company, that said company owns all the water in Iao Valley – about four miles from the town, to divert the whole water course by a ditch to be constructed on the Waiehu side of the stream.

            If the people of Wailuku cannot do without water so much the worse for them, and as all the sugar plantations elsewhere claim to own all the water also, we do not see that there is anywhere around a sugar plantation where the Wailuku people can move to, and be any better off.

            The Minister says he did not know when the pipes were ordered, that the whole of the water belonged to the plantation; and secret, ver secret rumor says, that the new Minister of Finance says the government had better let the Wailuku Plantation have all the water or they might send in a bill for a million or so for the water comsumed by the thirsty Wailukuans in the past in which they had no right.

            What a happy people we ought to be with a minister who looks carefully to what might happen to the Treasury for water consumed in the sweet gone-by; while another tells the people to wait, in the sweet mahope they might get water.

            Here is another illustration of missionary hypocrisy.  The owners of this plantation came here on the contributions of the church missoinary box, and received from Kamehameha III land for a living for the missionary and his successors in the missionary service in Wailuku, an dnever intended to go to any heir in the flesh unless as successor in the ministry, which by craft was so artfully drawn so as to enagle the holder to sell it.  And to-day this family, like others who came here ostensibly as Christian teachers, claim the right to deprive the pople of the water of the hills and valleys in which they were born.  Verily, the missionary enterprise of these islands has been characterized by every species of hypocrisy and fraud: but a day of reckoning is at hand and please remember it most ignoble Marquis of Iao.

 

The Bulletin’s Inconsistencies.

 

III.

The Queen Street “reflecting orb” thought it could with impunity heap abuse over the Leo, whose self-defence it expected would soon be routed; it judged the Leo’s brain capacity by its own; but, funny as our previous quotations may seem, the Bulletin’s editorial are yet an inexhaustible mine of drolleries to continue the fight on, and each new attempt of the would be “leader of public opinion” only adds to the mine.  One is a kind of prophesy: “When the issues for next elections are defined, the principles advocated by the Bulletin will be the groundwork of the campaign”...always so pompously modest, the beaver!  nobody can have any principles outside of himself! But pray, hear little man, where are those principles of yours?...You claim that they have been “clearly defined and the Leo has not dares to assail them!”  They haven’t been assailed because you have never dared submit them to public appreciation!  The principles of the Bulletin! Ha! ha! ha! hi! hi! hi! oh! oh! they must indeed be startlingly funny, the principles of a humply-dumpty paper pledged to neither sect or party!  Well, anyhow, fork them out, those principles; we want to see them and promise to adore them, to swear and abide by them, if they cannote be assailed; but dare us not, little pups much not disturb sleeing Leos.

 

            At this point, however, one thing we must confess and proclaim...that although devoid of known principles, the Bulletin does remain remakably true to its motto of neutral impotency. The reason of this however, will be self-apparent when it becomes “seasonable” for us to publish the full list of its shareholders, of the men and of women of high and low degree who control its (non policy.  The character of the “motley crowd” will prove that whatever it may be, the Bulletin will never be the honest exponent of popular rights, the true advocate of the working classes, the tribune of the National Party; and in the next campaing, whatever may be the principles adopted by the people, the Bulletin if still alive will be found on the “other side,” a meek satellite of the reform Advertiser, unless it sees financial advantage on our side.

 

            At any rate, the idea of the little Bulletin’s little men getting up a platform of principles for the people, as a groundwork for the next campaign is perfectly ludicrous...there is not a “scribbler” on the Bulletin’s staff morally able to produce a decent document of the kind, even if paid $5 a word for it; how cna writers pledged to neither sect or party possibly succed in manufacturing any political declaration otherwise than as a jumble of “incoherent notions” forming a “heterogenous compound,” which, without any doubt, would absolutely fail to satisgy either of the militant parties.  In politics, as they now are in Hawaii, one must belong to either one side or the other; no juggling “on the fence” will satisfy anybody, and the “candid” opinion of a “tribune” who makes a point of belonging to neither party, cannot fail to be “unseasonable” and unpalatable to both. 

 

IV.

            The tiny editor of the decrepid and fast saning Bulletin smarts under the Leo’s unaswerable thrusts; never, no never before, in his inglorious life as a “senior” newspaper writer a “continuous service,” had he met with such a sound, - and well-earned – lampooning, and his sofe, delicate cuticle shows the blue marks which make him writhe and wriggle; he is grouning with agony, and the throbs of his poor little heart shake the tottering columns of the decaying sheet.  His anemia is particularly well characterized in his abortive attempts at an answer, of September 1 ^st and 5 ^th .  You are a failure, Dan, when left alone in the deitorials anctum!...You had better take a few lossons from Leo’s gang, whose writings sound so doleful to you; and that is natural, for the Leo is tolling the Bulletin’s agony.

 

            Nevertheless, there is some good in the gist of your nebulous stuttering apology.  You admit that you, yourself, considered that “it was a shame and a disgrace for a constituency to knock a fellow cold who never did it any harm”...and so it was, Dan! but the constituency knew what they were about, - and would not allow you or men like you, to “lead” or “guide” or “represent public opinion” then, not any more that you will be allowed to do it now.  It was rough on your illusions, we sympathise with you, little man, and we would never have reopened the bleeding would of your self-conceit, had you not tried to shove your “disgrace” and “defeat” on some other fellow.  Be just and the Leo will leave you alone.

 

            Another useful confession:  He indignantly repudiates the assertion of his ever having assumed the color of the National Party! No! “When @@ntered a nomination by an organization callign itself the workingmen’s association or something like that” (what short memory and how very disdainful of those who honored you. Dan) the editor of the Bulletin “voluntarily stipulated that he should not be hampered by any pledge”...in other words, he accepeted the nomination from and the moral suppor tof the workingmen’s association with the jesuiticl reserve and intention of betraying them and of turning over to the other party, had he been elected.  Very well, Dan, it is fortunate that you were not elected; but anyhow, there is no danger of your ever ging asled again to fun on any national ticket; you have been sufficiently sized, politically any otherwise, and it will always be considered best to have open and honorable political opponents like Messrs. Walbridge and Von Tempsky to deal with, thatn friends of your calibre.

 

            One more characteristic inconsistency.  The Bulletin accuses the Leo’s “crowd” of “raving” and uttering “volumes of rage”...now let us examine the different issues devoted within the last two weeks, to the annihilation of our poor little sheet – the nonentity not worthy of notice, - and let us take up at random a few of the sonorous epithets hurled at us.  The helpers, the “scribblers and scribes” of the “half and half, mongrel” Leo are called “a gang, gangrenoud limb, a coterie, a parcel of low class politicians, swash-bucklers, lubbers, or venal ward-heelers, a malodorous company, a recalcitrant and presumptous knot of malcontents, a heterogenous and contemptibly small faction of sore-heads, a fetid mass of spoilsmen and would-be leaders of the nation, a noisy pack, baying onocuously, yelping, bickering, foaming, slandering, misrepresenting, bandying,” etc., and our “erratic politics” are said to be “a vulgar campaign of seditious detraction of despicable and treacherous schemes, of sneaking treason, of silly predictions, of cowardly attacks, of rash and undignified untruths, of spiteful small persnalities, a pestiferous campaign of detraction, falsehood and misrepresentations, worse than the lantana plague, we make frantic attempts at a vague harum-scarum policy of malice, of pretentious and slefish claims, and our opaque sould emit volumes of rage and malice,” etc....And yet, we still survive and are more healthy than ever in the public favor!  However, if this extensive use of such a vulgar horsebreakers’ vocabulary, not usually employed by well-bred journalists, does not show “race” and “raving” on the part of the Bulletin itself, we leave the public to decide.  At any rate, it seems very incongruous and unbecoming in thos usually placid and solemn columns of our dignified reflecting orb, and very unworthy of the “senior and most read newspaper-writer the world over.”  But the Bible saying about moles and beams is always pertinent.

 

            Now for one last word of advice: Your “loaded” guns, oh ye deceptive little orb! have “prostrated” nobody but yourself.  But do not fool to much around the Leo.  Little boys like you, who are @ to play with the @ surely get scorched and if you @ explosives, you must expect to be blown into that world of public scorn, from which little brains and “mongrel” politicions pledged to no sect or party, can never come back.  So listen to your own paper’s advertisement on the “question of the day;” to avoid yourself all further “unpleasantness,” colic and biliousness, be careful to take Chanberlain’s remedy...and keep out of the Leo’s way!!

 

ON DIT.

 

            That it seemed inappropriate and a mockery to hear the hymn “Nearer my God to Thee,” played at the funeral of a person who never during his life-time acknowledged God.

 

            That a boyish Premier and voluptuois Attorney-General are having great sport in consuming at private entertainments, a portion of the choice edibles intended for a certain dinner.

 

            That it took the Bulletin’s editorial staff three days to consider its last twenty lines reply to Ka Leo, and that there is nothing in it after all.

 

            That the riot at Kohala, among the Chinese and the barons and the missionary conver Asiou, who was bait-man, was most thoroughly explained by the Bulletin, as a kind of hugh joke, which ended in the crowd getting drunk on thea and hard tack; that that was the reason they were found around Asieu’s house the next morning ready to get at his quene.

 

            That De Heorsey Cornerib has been appointed to the Akounds of Sweet’s Most Sapient Council, where he will continue to strut as before, - being now brought into closer competition, in that respect, with the Akound’s Head Disperser fo Fair Play.  That’s Swat.

 

            That is is a mistake to suppose that brains are at all necessary in that august galaxy fo entities.

 

            That brains are at a premium in the last batch of the Hawaiian Privy Council – appoihtees – except Dole, and that some of the apprehension fear the degeneration of that superlatively useful body into a dime museum, or an aggregation of “freaks” jockeys, and card sharps.

 

HE ANAINA HOOMANA MA BRITS HALE

 

            O na Halawai i malama mau ia iho nei ma Ariona Hale, ua uwai ia ae nei ma Brits Hale, ma ke kihi o na alanui Moi a me Kamika.  E hoomaka ana ma na Lapule a pau ke anaina baipule i ka hora 10, o ka haiolelo ana i ka hora 11, mao ka mahele olelo ala, a i ka hora 7 o ke ahiahi no na mea a pau i lohe i ka olelo haole.  Lunakahiko

A.     Haws.

 

OLELO HOOLAHA.

 

            E ike auanei na kanaka a pau eia ma ka Pa Aupuni o Makiki nei kekahi lio ka hele hewa, hulu ulaula, lae-keokeo hope hema, 2 wawae mua paa i ka hao; hao kuni anoe o ka lua a ka hao kuni oia like no; o keia poe hao kuni a pau aia ma ka uha hope akau.  O ka mea a mau mea n@n@ keia lio e pono e kii koke mai o hala na la he 12 ku ai ku@lala ia aku e a’u i ka ia 12 o Sepatemaba Poaono.

                        D. KAOAO

270-1wd*        Lana Pa Aupuni.