fession. We hired a room for the night and a couple of bathing suits. Then we tried out Waikiki Beach to suit ourselves. The long rollers combing evenly over the coral reef has a sensuous lure to any swimmer that is fond of ocean entertainment. Followed by meal centering around lobster the evening's experience was a rare one. After dinner we motored over to pay our respects to Governor Farrington. He was an old classmate of Dr. Hamlin. It was here we met Aloha. Aloha is Frances Whittemore. She is the daughter of Governor Farrington and has in her all the gracious nobility that is Hawaii. With her commenced a great experience. A friend of her's was giving a party that evening and had asked her to bring some people. She did. When it was quite late (Panini is Frances Whittemore's Hawaiian name) Panini took us to a secluded residence which was half way up in the mountains. It was almost the same design and appearance as Washington Place which is Governor Farrington's residence. As we entered to greet the host of the party which was already in full swing it became apparent that all the original leaders of the Lost Generation were inside. From this moment on the evening became very fuzzy. As we shock hands they presented us with a tall glass of Okuliau. A five piece Hawaiian jazz band had charge of the music. They did very well by themselves. There were fat men so fat dancing in the large room that they completely eclipsed three thin men apiece, who might be dancing behind them. Every one began drinking more Okuliau and