Another very recent night-time postcard acquisition, a mystery if I ever bought one.  It's quite old, probably from the early '40s, and there is no explanation provided save saying this scene takes place in Honolulu HI.  What's being lit?  Are those spectators, or indigenous folk, or . . . ?  It baffles me, and haunts me just a bit in a peculiar way.

File under: Racist but simultaneously featuring aesthetic elements* Inflammammal can't help but admire.

*chiefly, nice vintage illustrations of fruit juice in a glass, which get Inflammammal a li'l Asbergered out (no shade, no disrespect intended)

Del Monte juice ads never seemed to try as hard Libby's and Dole to make their ads knockouts, but this one's nice, despite an faintly ominous background.  It's from 1961, right about when illustration quality began to drop precipitously.