JOURNAL, L.J. Brass 6th Archbold Expedition to New Guinea. 1959 Sat. March 14. Hobart Van Deusen and I left Idlewild, New York, at 3 A.M. on a Qantas Super-Constellation, Captain "Howdy" Howse. Plane 3 hours late in arrival from London on round the world route. Clear weather after 5 inches snow in New York. Plane about half full. At airport, in the steam-heated B.O.A.C. lounge, we were interviewed by Associated Press man, Dave Robinson. Arrived San Francisco in 11 hrs. 25 min. (2504 miles). Slow flight against headwinds. Much snow on the Rockies and Sierras. Much more than I have seen there before. Rockies mostly under cloud, but Sierras clear. The desert inter- montane valleys usually quite clear of snow. In contrast there is grass at S.F.; green but short. Temperature there 58° F. Mary Taylor came to the airport to see us. Taking her doctorate at Berkeley. Graduates in June. Has an offer of a teaching job at Wellesley and will probably take it. Expecting a stay of 5½ hours at S.F., we had arranged to go out to Berkeley. But this stop cut to make up lost time, and we took off at 2:33 P.M. Beautiful sunset, viewed over a field of fleecy white cloud from 10,000 ft. Great blaze of shades deepening to gold on high clouds piled up ahead. Set down at Honolulu 9:40 P.M., their time, left 11:42. Drinks, etc. on the company in the dimly lit Airport lounge overlooking the arrival and departure of frequent planes. Big passenger list on a Japan Air Lines plane going to Japan. Crowd of Japs to see it off; much picture taking. The Southern legislators who voted against Statehood for Hawaii a couple of days ago would have felt justified on a look around the Honolulu airport this evening. Probably two-thirds of the people there were colored. Predominantly Japanese and Japanese crosses with white, Polynesian, etc. A sprinkling of blond white girls escorted by Hawaiian and Japanese hybrid men. An informal Mother Hubbard sort of dress, long, loose and of gay materials or plainish, popular with women of all shade and lineage, in- cluding obvious mainlanders who did not look really at home in them. The air terminal made attractive at night by coconut palms. But these ornaments of the tropics were bare of nuts and bore no dying leaves, as coconuts should. It would be too bad, I suppose if a nut should fall on a tourist. Sunday. March 15. Set down on Canton Island, 3 degrees S. of the equator, and in the Phoenix Group (British) at 5:55 their time. Six hours and 13 min., 1925 miles from Honolulu. Took off at 7:13 A.M. We are loaded too heavily to do the normal Super Constellation trip of miles from Honolulu to Nandi in Fiji. Fruit juices and coffee, also iced beer, served ashore. A milepost in the terminal garden says we are 7049 miles from New York, 3291 from Sydney. Said garden has grown rather well since 1957, when I was here last. A few coconuts, mostly wide ranging littoral shrubs and small trees, e.g. Cordia, Scaevola (glabrous), Tonocarpus, Casaisa, Pandanus, with Crinum and various weeds as herbaceous plants. Two or three moths seen in late flight, and two spp. of butterflies. Heard a passenger exclaiming about a small gray lizard.