In front of a pale green building on Honolulu's Kapiolani Boulevard one day last week, a band of ukuleles and a bass fiddle plunked out a rhythmic island tune. In the midday sun, languid, aloha-shirted islanders meandered back and forth along the sidewalk carrying their signs, pausing now and then for a swig of pineapple juice or to chat with a passerby. The occasion was neither a luau nor a festival, but the visible evidence of the first strike in more than 100 years of Hawaiian newspaper publishing history.
In its third week,...
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