Introduction
Waikiki and surfboards are only mentions the briefly in this story of romance at sea.

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Oh, she was a dangerous woman!

She came on board at Honolulu.
In the general turmoil of departure her advent in our midst was not noticed.
Most of us were gathered round Johnny Marsh, watching him toss dimes overboard to the Kanaka boys.
The ship had docked the day before, and we had all had a royal outing and a luxurious sleep ashore in that enchanted city of the islands, which must be the secret abode of the God of Things as They Should Be, certainly not of the God of Things as They Are, for there are no such sunsets really as we saw that day in Honolulu.

Johnny Marsh had driven, ridden, walked all over it, from one end to the other, and most of us with him.
Up to the Pali, where he said “Gosh!" in a reverential tone; over to the Punch Bowl; down through the Museum Gardens into the Chinese Quarter, where he laughed inordinately at sundry almond-eyed maidens, who laughed back at him in inscrutable Oriental fashion.
Then down to Waikiki, where we bathed and sunned, and chased sand crabs, and watched Johnny Marsh get hit over the head repeatedly by a recalcitrant surfboard.
All winding up with a fantastic meal at the Moana, full of poi and fish, and strange fruits that ought to kill you but do not, because no one ever dies in Honolulu—unless he be extremely wicked.
Even the mosquitoes at the Moana never die, and they seemed wicked enough in all conscience!

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Minnigerode, Mead: Some Men and a Lady. The Saturday Evening Post. Volume 189:Number.27, 30 November 1916.    Hathi Trust https://hdl.handle.net/2027/umn.31951001459129a

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