The Independent (Hawaii) of 18 September 1900 related the following story:
There is a clergyman at Lihue (writes a correspondent) whose heart has gone out to the starving people of India and who is collecting money for them in a novel but very pleasing manner. When Luna is looking down in her brightest way on the Garden Island generally and Lihue specially the reverend gentlemen gathers around him eight beautiful Hawaiian girls with guitars and ukuleles, and other sweet instruments. A “bus” is awaiting the party. The parson and the sweet singers squeeze into the vehicle and then they go forth serenading the good people of Lihue and passing the hat around for contributions to the poor Hindoo. The noble people of Lihue may swear under their breath when the parson’s “bus” wakes them up but how many can resist the plaintive notes of “Ahi Wela, Moanalua” and other sweet hymns sung under the direction of a man of the cloth. And when the moon hides her face the noble band goes home and the Indian starvation fund has been swelled, and all sleep soundly on a conscience which says “nobly done.” Who wouldn’t be a charitable reverend on Kauai.[sic]
There’s something about the tone of this report that isn’t too sweet.