Nearly everyone who meets Franklin Roosevelt pays tribute to his personal charm and graciousness. When in Hawaii last summer he drove to the brink of Kilauea. Just as barefoot natives have done from time immemorial, he tossed into the inactive volcano a handful of red ohelo berries, traditional offering made to propitiate Pele, goddess of volcanoes. For six weeks Pele did nothing about it. Suddenly last week Kilauea belched forth a cloud of smoke, vomited millions of tons of molten lava. Natives concluded these were signs that Pele, too, had succumbed...
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