CHINESE NEW YEAR CELEBRATION OPENS MOST AUSPICIOUSLY
QUONG ON CLUBHOUSE.
“Kung he fat choy!”
It always rains on Chinese New Year. Which is a mercy. Because, if it did not, all kinds of things that result from playing with fire would be likely to happen. They began happening at midnight last night, with a great and long-continued noise. At the first the whistles blew at the hour of twelve sharp. That was the signal. Then a fiery pandemonium broke forth, and raged up and down all through the Asiatic quarter of the town, from Nuuanu to River street…
(Hawaiian Gazette, 2/3/1905, p. 1)
…and beyond, and on all the cross streets where the sons of the Central Flowery Kingdom, who make their homes in Honolulu, have their abiding place. Continue reading