Aside from setting the story amidst the palm trees and hula skirts of Hawaii, this hasn’t anything akin to an original bone in it’s body and is really only a vehicle for a distinctly mediocre Bing Crosby. He’s the sort of PR man who could turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse, and when his client moves their pineapple business to his fair shores, he decides what better way to promote the whole enterprise than to stage a competition. The winner gets an all expenses paid trip, provided they write a diary extolling the virtues of the islands. What could go wrong? Well the prize is won by “Georgia” (…
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