The poet laureate of Hawaii imagines his ideal residence, which naturally includes Us.—Alice, the Anchovy Schoolmarm
. . . Onions and garlic will both be there . . .
And soya and saffron and savoury goo
And stuff that I’ll buy from an old Hindu;
Ginger with syrup in quaint stone jars;
Almonds and figs in tinselled bars;
Astrakhan caviare, highly prized,
And citron and orange peel crystallised;
Anchovy paste and poha jam; . . .
