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Patea Mail, 2 June 1882, Page 1 (Supplement)

Kalakaua’b Dance at Vienna.— King Kalakaua, the august “ Roving Correspondent of the Hawaiian Gazette, who preserved so dignified a demeanor during his brief sojourns in London and Berlin, has yielded to the exuberant joviality of the Austrian Kaiserstadt and broken out publicly into a very ecstacy of “ high jinks,” to the infinite gratification of the rollicking Viennese at once flattered and delighted by such uncompromising royal recognition of the irresistibility of their beloved city’s seductive capacities. His Majesty, when making the rounds of the suburban dancing rooms the other night, accompanied by his personal suite, happened to visit a famous saloon in the Wurstel Prater. Seated in a box, he for some time complacently watched the waltzing, and listened to the insidious strains of Strauss. Presently the magic of sweet sounds, bright eyes and dainty figures melted his royal reserve, and subdued for the time his sense of monarchial decorum. All at once he rose, chose him a partner of singular beauty and agility, descended into the ball-room and began to dance with all the fervor of a Southern nature. Greeted by enthusiastic shouts of “ Bravo Majesty,” " Long live Kalakaua I” and “ There’s something like a King for you I” he gave full rein to his long-repressed vivacity of temperament and danced away through the remainder of the orchestral programme until an early hour of the morning. When he at last left the saloon and got into his carriage to return to his hotel he was cheered to the echo by an admiring crowd, and “ the girls he left behind him” waved their handkerchiefs enthusiastically as he drove off. King Kalakaua will long blossom in the memories of the Kaiserstadter as by far the cheeriest and least haughty foreign monarch that ever yet abode among them. • —London Telegraph, August 16. One of our exchanges is responsible for the following t —“Lightning struck a hive of bees in Kansas the other day. The painful story is soon told. The misguided lightning came out of that hive quicker than it went in, and went off into space with its tail between its legs. Moral—Never pick a quarrel when you are not acquainted with the folks.”