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A Harp in Honolulu
And what an all-star circus they had when that Hawaiian beach and moon got to work!
From the diary of
Pat O'Brien
Wilmington, Calif.
On Board S. S. Mariposa
APRIL 7, 1933 — I wanted to go to New York, my bride of two years wanted to go to Honolulu, so we compromised and sailed for Hawaii. Here we are on a grand ship which goes all the way to Australia. Honolulu will be far enough for the O'Briens, as this is our first boat ride since the Old Mill at Coney Island. We're due to shove off at 10 P.M., but upon our arrival we discover that everybody is celebrating the return of beer.
Al Jolson and Ruby Keeler, Bert Wheeler and Bob Woolsey are on the boat with us. It looks like a tough spot for billing for O'Brien. With that gang of comics I'll be lucky to get a laugh in my stateroom.
The phone rings. It's Bill and Mary Gargan come to wish us bon voyage. Phone again. There's a party in Bert Wheeler's stateroom. We join the gang. Everybody in Hollywood is there. No wonder Bert is celebrating April 7. It's his birthday, beer is back, and he and Woolsey have just signed the biggest contract of their careers, with RKO-Radio. What a party! Done in real Wheeler and Woolsey fashion.
The little invalid girl — right — whom the movie people entertained, gees to the beach with Pat O'Brien, Ruby Keeler, and Al Joison
Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien bid farewell to Hawaii and throw the leis they are wearing into the water. If the leis float to shore, the travelers are certain to return to the island
Between loading an enormous cargo of beer and unloading the guests, we finally shove off at 3 A.M. And so to bed.
April 8th. — It's night of the first day out. I'm relaxing in my stateroom. No, I'm not sick. Just tired, that's all. Looking over my shoulder, Patricia O'Brien is getting a laugh. May as well admit I'm seasick — and homesick for land, and only the first day out. This Pacific belies its name.
This isn't my daw I lose the ship's pool, but if I had won the Irish sweepstakes my enthusiasm would have been nil. One consolation — all my pals are sick, too, except Wheeler. He beats the rap. Woolsey gets all the laughs today, and Bert is too mad to get sick.
Today is the first time I have ever seen Bob Woolsey without the inevitable cigar. When he gets back to Hollywood he will be looking for the guy who told him to drink brandy as a preventive for seasickness. And, then there's the pal (?) who told me about champagne. But, the real tragedy of today tops everything. No beei ' The entire cargo is consigned to the thirsty in Honolulu. We passengers can't get a drop. Might as well be sick.
April 9th. — Today we have had the "lying bee." Who didn't get sick and why not? Outside of the irrepressible Wheeler, the only good sailor in our gang is Mrs. Frank Borzage. She is traveling back and forth between Hollywood and the islands so of ten these days that she knows all the answers. Mrs. Jack Ford is with her. Rena is out to beat the Hawaiian travel records held by Dorothy [ pleas] iturntopag] lul |
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