Nine months after Pearl Harbor, languorous Honolulu is booming like San Francisco in '49. Suburbs mushroom. Money flows, men are men without women. Everybody works. Always people look to sea for ships that carry things to buy: war has made a hurdy-gurdy of the town (pop. 179,356 in 1940) which romanticists used to eulogize as the place of abundant calm, a fair haven where even mynah birds waxed so fat that they hardly bothered to get out of way of wheel or foot.
Money, Money. Retail & wholesale trade approximated $190 million between...
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