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shepstone
: surf
board riders of hawaii, 1912
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Overview.
Although H.J.
Shepstone
strongly implies that he visited Hawai'i and witnessed surf
board riding,
"which
may be seen here," this is yet to be independently
confirmed.
Some of the
terminology
strongly suggests that the author has consulted previously
published articles;
at least Alexander Hume Ford's A Boy's Paradise in the
Pacific
(1908), if not others.
Also note the
similarity
in title to A.J. Gurrey Jr.'s The Surfriders of
Hawaii, published
around this time.
Furthermore,
what
appear to be specific references to the Waikiki Regattas of
1907-1908 suggest
the article, or its sources, was wriiten well before the
publication date
of 1912.
Shepstone
begins
with a quotation from Sir Fredrick Treves, confirming that
surfing's finest
location is Waikiki Beach, and notes several unsuccessful
attempts to introduce
the sport to other countries, particularly the United States
and Australia.
Despite the
appearance
of boardriders at Atlantic City "a few seasons ago" (persumably
the
Hawaiian quintette in July 1910) and at San Francisco by "a
Hawaiian
youth specially brought from Honolulu" (presumably
George Freeth, 1907-1910),
the locals had not embraced the sport.
The surfboard
is
"of
light mahogany, some six feet in length by eighteen inches
wide"
and,
while having little floatation when stationary, the "heaviest
man may
stand" when riding the wave.
Several months
of
practice are required become a competent surfer.
Instructions
from
prone riding include steering, whereby you "throw your
legs to right
or left" (echoes of Ford), and when riding standing the
stance is adjusted
so that the "plank swerves and descends the watery hill on
the bias."
There is also
surfing
in outrigger canoes and "'body surfing' ... when the waves
are high."
He writes that
although
surfing is a traditional native sport, at "the Christmas
contest last
year ... a white youth, only sixteen years of age", was
"the most
expert surf-boarder," coming in "on a monster roller
standing on
his head."
Additionally,
"only last season," a game where inflated bladders are
speared by passing
boardriders was "introduced at Waikiki"
and at "a
recent
night water carnival at Waikiki was illuminated
surf-boards."
The first
corresponds
to the performance of Harold Hustace at the Waikiki Regatta of
1907, the
second descibes the illuminated Aquatic Carnivals of 1908.
Shepstone wrote that surfing was popular amoung the elite of Hawai'ian society and of "spacious grounds (with) bath-houses, canoe-sheds, and surf-board racks," an oblique reference to the (un-named) Outrigger Canoe Club premises at Waikiki.
While some of
the
twelve accompanying photographs have been previously
published, the vast
majority are rare.
The
photographers
are not accredited.
The opening
quotation
is from Sir Frederick Treves' The Other Side of the
Lantern, an
account of his world tour published in 1905.
While Shepstone
questions whether Treves observed surfboard riding while in
Hawai'i, the
knight's account of bathing at Waikiki is certainly based on
personal experience.
See:
1905 Sir
Frederick
Treves : The
Other Side of
the Lantern.
Selections from Shepstone's article were later published under the title The Surf-Board Riders of Hawaii by New Zealand's Otautau Standard and Wallace County Chronicle on 4th March 1913.
Biographical
Notes
Harold (Herold)
.J. Shepstone was a prolific journalist, author, and
photographer.
His work was
published
in a variety of newspapers and journals and covered a wide
range of subjects
and locations.
However, it is
unclear
whether his "foreign" reports were based on personal
experience or compiled
from available sources.
Shepstone was a
regular contributor to The Wide World magazine
between 1899 and
1932 and is listed as an editor of Scientific American
in 1905.
Works
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Articles
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Magnificent
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Underwater
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Pearson’s
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What Germany
can do in Shipbuilding, Harmsworth Magazine
November 1900, illustrated
with photos,
Modern
Daniels
: Feats in the Lions' Den, Windsor Magazine,
London 1900/1.
The Dress
Censor,
The
Daily Mail, London, August, 1907.
The Romance
of
Seal Hunting, The Wide World Magazine, 1909.
Dead Sea,
hitherto
a barren and dreary spot, Popular Mechanics Vol.
58, No. 1,
July 1932.
Lawrence of
Arabia,
Boy's
Own Paper, November 1939.
Books
Cavalcade of
Ships, The Sunshine Press, UK., c 1930s.
Wild Beasts
To-day,
The Macmillan Company, New York, 1932.
reading his account of its delights and thrills will be inclined to cavil at the description. Surf-riding is one of the most ancient pastimes of the Hawaiians, but the white man has taken to it with enthusiasm, and bids fair to beat the native at his own game. |
From a photograph #1.
The WWM reproduced a severely cropped
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Whether the
famous
surgeon witnessed the remarkable sport of surf-boarding and
surf-canoeing
which may be seen here I do not know, but that it is one of
the most exhilarating
and fascinating of pastimes there is no denying.
Indeed, I
would
term it the king of summer sports.
There is
nothing
like it.
Go to
Honolulu
and try it, and you will quickly be convinced.
Driving a
motor-car
at sixty miles an hour, guiding the tiller of an ice-yacht
as she flies
before the wind, or rushing through space on an aeroplane is
nothing to
the sensations experienced as you are tossed about like a
feather, on a
frail board on top of a spuming wave, and then hurtled
shoreward at express
train speed amid a cloud of spray.
There is
only
one spot where this fascinating sport can be seen and
indulged in at its
best, and that is at Waikiki Beach, not far from Honolulu,
the capital
of Hawaii.
True,
attempts
have been made to introduce the sport into the United States
and other
countries, particularly in Australia,but they have
invariably failed.
A few
seasons
ago a number of surf-board enthusiasts appeared at Atlantic
City.
They
manfully
rode over the breakers, but failed to induce the people to
take up the
pastime seriously.
Then, at San
Francisco, a Hawaiian youth was specially brought from
Honolulu to teach
Americans how to ride upon the waves, but he soon returned
home disgusted
at the little interest taken in his exploits.
These
fallures,
however, arose from a variety of causes.
The
conditions
at Atlantic City, and also at the resorts upon the Pacific
Coast of North
America, are not the same ...
Page 30
A general
view
of the beach at Waikiki, showing surfboard enthusiasts at
play. [Photograph.
#2. Spread
across
the top of pages 30 and 31.
Photographs
Adept at
the
game.
From a
photograph.
#3. A
circular cropped
photograph - one surfer stting, one standing, and two riding
tandem.
From a)
Just through the breakers. [photograph.
#4. A
circular cropped
photograph of two riders, spread across the bottom of pages
30 and 31.
... as
those found
at Honolulu.
Moreover,
the
sport is one that emands nerve, pluck, tact, quick judgment,
and the exercise
of considerable patience.
You cannot
hope
to become even a third-rate surf-board rider under a couple
of months'
constant practice.
Indeed, it
takes
a whole season to master the intricacies of the art.
Waikiki
Beach,
where this wonderful sport may be witnessed, is some three
miles from the
centre of Honolulu, and is easily reached by tram.
It is
virtually
a curve in the the shore fronting directly on the vast
Pacific Ocean, yet
protected by a great coral reef nearly a mile from the
shore.
Against this
barrier the mighty rollers from the sea stub their toes, so
to speak, and
pitch headlong in foam-crested ridges across the lagoon and
on to the coral
sand of the beach.
The great
trick
is to ride upon the first or outer wave and be carried by
those that subsequently
form right on to the beach.
The boards
used
are of light mahogany, some six feet in length by eighteen
inches wide.
Upon this
frail
craft the heaviest man may stand, if he knows how, while the
force of the
wave is behind him, but in quiet water it will readily sink
under the weight
of a child.
Like every
other
kind of sport, surf-board requires a certain knack, and the
knack here
is to send your board ing through the water at the right
moment and at
the right speed.
To do this
really
successfully you must develope certain muscles in the arms
and shoulders.
You must
learn
first how to lie fiat on the board in deep water, how to
balance yourself
when there, and how to send the frail craft
forward by
using
your arms like a pair of windmills and working your ...
Page 31
Photograph
A
trick-rider-
This feat requires wondertul skill and judgment.
From
a]
[Photograph
#5. A
circular cropped
photograph of a rider standing on his head.
... legs like the paddles of a canoe.
Having
mastered
these points, you start for the long rollers beyond the
breakers.
As the waves
roll over you you dip the bow of your board and go through
them.
Once out
where
the big rollers begin to form, you mo~t your board just as a
wave with
a feathered edge comes along.
The moment
before
it reaches you you throw your arms rbt:lnd rapidly, pushing
your craft
forward as fast as you can, as if to escape the wave behind.
If you have
judged
the right moment and are speeding your board fast enough,
the oncoming
billow will carry you before it, and on that great sloping
wall of water
you keep slipping down and down, but never quite reaching
the bottom of
the briny abyss.
Then the
wave
breaks, and you are flung before it with the speed of a
cannon-ball toward
the sandy beach. You throw your legs to right or left,
according to t,he
direction you wish to go, and keep your arms rigid; grasping
the edges
of your board, if lying down.
If you wish
to
rise to your feet you must do so in the flash of a second,
and then balance
yourself.
That is
about
all there is in surf-board riding, but what practice is
demanded before
you have mastered these apparently simple rules!
Daily you go
out beyond the breakers, only to be ignominiously capsized
again and again,
to have your board snatched away from you by the mocking
waves, and to
return disheartened.
I know
several
expert surf-boarders who will tell you that they practised
several hours
a day for months before they learnt the elusive knack of the
game.
Page 32
Once you have grasped it, however, and have ridden upon the crest of a wave or been carried before it, you experience a thrill and a sensation which only a sportsman can appreciate.
It takes
muscle
and endurance, lying upon a bit of plank with only an inch
or two of the
bow above water, just to paddle a mile out to where the
great waves form.
Next there
is
half a minute of violent exercise, and then several seconds
of supreme
effort, for the board attempts to rise upon the wall of
water, and one
has to fight to keep it from floating above the crest and
sinking back
to the rear, thus losing the wave.
Even on the
summit
of the billow one can save the situation; a few powerful
strokes of the
arms and feet as you lie with your face flat upon the plank
will often
put you right for that triumphant forward rush.
Every muscle
exerted as you realize you are making progress.
Then you
feel
your feet tilt slightly upward.
Down go your
arms, grasping the board amidships in a grip of iron, while
your feet are
drawn up to the centre of the plank with a quick, convulsive
motion and
you leap to your feet, erect, and balanced.
If you fail,
the board flies from under you and is tossed into the air.
If the wave
is
conquered, however, there is a thrill like none other in all
the world
as you stand upon your tiny craft and look down into the
hollow green valley
before you.
As the wave
curls
ready for breaking the strongest foot is put forward to keep
the bow down
in a slanting direction and, a quick turn is given to the
whole body, so
that the plank swerves and descends the watery hill on the
bias.
Almost as
fascinating
as surf-board riding is the sport of surf- canoeing.
In this
pastime
from ...
Page 33
... four to
six
may take part; some of the more daring spirits even ride the
waves in a
tiny canvas canoe.
The canoes
that
take a crew are known as outriggers, and the paddle that
guides is invariably
in the hands of a native.
It is his
duty
to see that the craft does not turn broadside on to the
waves and get swamped.
It is a
sport,
however, that almost invariably ends in a swim, for if you
ride the first
wave or two successfully you are always liable to get
swamped by the next.
Seated in
the
frail boat with your companions, you wait patiently, half a
mile from the
shore, for a great roller.
As it comes
sweeping
in the shouting and paddling become fast and furious.
Every muscle
is brought into play as the great native paddles are dipped
into the water.
If
sufficient
speed is attained the craft is carried up on the broad
billow, only to
speed down-hill again like the wind.
Here skill
and
judgment are required.
When the
wave
breaks, if it is a big one, it is necessary for everyone to
rush forward
to the bow of the canoe, and as the wave begins to die out
to work back
again.
In this way
it
is possible for the craft to be carried on the ...
Page 34
... smaller waves right on to the beach and landed there high and dry.
The small
boy
at Waikiki does not stop at surf-boarding or surf-canoeing.
He delights,
when the waves are high, to startle new-comers by giving
exhibitions of
"body surfing "- that is, he uses his body as a surf-board
and comes in
on the wave, only his head appearing through a wall of
water.
It is a
difficult
feat,but the natives of Hawaii spend half their lives in the
water, and
swim like fishes.
Nevertheless,
it
is a curious fact that in all recent aquatic caniival which
have been
held at Honolulu the prizes have been carried of by white
men and boys,
despite the fact that the competitions were open to all
comers.
To-day the
Judges
of the Supreme Court in Hawaii, with their wives and
daughters, ex-Governors
and their families, and the greater portion of the permanent
business men,
are surf-board enthusiasts, while the schoolboys and girls
of Honolulu,
now that they have spacious grounds near the beach for their
separate bath-houses,
canoe-sheds, and surf-board racks, spend much time in the
water.
At all the
recent
surfing carnivals practically every prize for those most
expert in Hawaiian
water-sports have been won by white boys and girls who have
...
A youngster enjoying himself. [From a Photograph] #9. A circular cropped photograph of juvenile surfer riding kneeling. Left:
Un-cropped
version as published in
An
exciting moment.
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Photographs
Three ways
of
surf-riding.
From a
Photograph
#11. Riding
standing,
prone, and laying on the back.
Quite at
home
amoung the breakers.
From
a]
[Photograph
#12. A
circular
cropped photograph of one surfboard rider.
....only lately mastered the art that was for so long believed to be possible of acquirement by by native-born dark-skinned Hawaiians.
At the
Christmas
contest last year, for the first time, a white youth, only
sIXteen years
of age, won the medal given to the most expert surf-boarder.
He came in
on
a monster roller standing on his head.
This was
rightly
regarded as a particularly clever feat, for it is difficult
enough to balance
yourself upon your feet on a swift -moving board, let alone
upon your head.
The white
man,
as a matter of fact, is doing great deal in developing the
art of surf-board
riding in Hawaii.
Games and
feats
never dreamed of by the native are being tried.
A sport
introduced
at Waikiki only last season, for instance, is worth
mentioning.
Inflated
bladders
are anchored where the waves roll in.
Mounting
their
surf-boards, and carrying a sharpened reed-spear in one
hand, the competitors
are carried at racing speed through the surf.
As they dash
through the wave they endeavour to puncture the bladder
target with their
spear, the rule of the game being that the spear must be
thrqwn while the
spearman is actually standing upon his board.
One of the
features
of a recent night water carnival at Waikiki was illuminated
surf-boards.
Acetylene
lamps
were strapped to the bows of the planks and successfully
ridden over the
breakers: All one could see was a man standing erect, coming
through the
spray, in a circle of light.
One American
youth came in standing on his hands in the glow of a red
signal-light attached
to his board.
He had
carried
matches out in his skull-cap, and lighted his torch just
before he caught
the wave he wanted.
The World Wide Magazine November 1912, pages 29 to 35. |
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