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Prohibition Caused Boom in Soft Drinks, and Bora Bora Rose to Prosperity's Peak on Vanilla Bean Poles, Then Fell Again

by Armstrong Sperry

New York Herald Tribune, Sunday, March 28, 1926, p. 8


Note from the Webweaver: This is a fragment of an article copied from a very tattered piece of newspaper. I will do my best to locate the entire text -- perhaps it's available on microfilm -- and post it here.



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I had written many old friends that I was coming, champing at the bit in Tahiti, until I should once more set foot upon Bora Bora. How wonderful that little harbor looked as we rounded the rocky headlands in the treacherous "Jeanne d'Arc." A crowd was gathered on shore and I scanned it anxiously for a glimpse of my friends. As we drew nearer I saw many smiling familiar faces and the air quickened with calls of "E Sperry iti e! Ua hoi mai oe!" (You have come back to us!)

But looking beyond the smiling faces to the wharf I saw a strange sight: a group of automobiles. Seven-passenger Hudsons on Bora Bora! A motorcycle lay near by. A whitewashed barn of a house proclaimed in large letters CINEMA, while lurid posters of Tom Mix and Charlie Chaplin showed me that Hollywood had invaded even this retreat. There were the young bloods dressed like tropical Valentinos and girls coifed à la [missing]. Neat wooden bungalos with galvanized-iron roofs

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bought on its sandy shore, but now champagne flowed like the proverbial water. Everyone was gloriously and hilariously drunk from early dawn till dewy eve. My return was the signal for many celebrations. Never will I forget the dinner given in my honor. There were baked beans made and canned by Mr. Heinz; there were frankfurters from Germany and sardines from Marseilles; spaghetti from Italy and maple syrup from Vermont. Crême de menthe was served in water tumblers and champagne was followed by cognac and crême de cacao. How unlike the dinner given on similar occasion in former years, when we had eaten great steaks of raw tuna fish smothered in a sauce made from lime juice and sea water!

Never will I forget my friend Mautaua as he sat that night at the head of the groaning board, dressed in a black frock coat and starched shirt front, sweltering in the tropic night, gloriously happy in his European finery; nor Tapeta, his mountainous wife, seated opposite in [missing]


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