In the 40's, if you were a sailor, a soldier, or anyone looking for a tattoo, a drink, a woman, or just trouble in general, Hotel Street was where you headed. It was filled with men one step away from the kind of adventures that would define their lives. In other words, it was a place where you took chances, threw punches, got tattooed, and took care of anything you needed to do before you got on a ship and might not come back. Hotel Street was a smorgasbord of hula girls, street vendors, bars, brothels, and tattoo parlors.
Nowhere was the hustle and bustle greater than at the Black Cat Café which provided the men with food, slot machines, and other entertainment. After the war it was one of the most fondly recalled pleasures of a sailors' time in the Islands. Prices were rock-bottom — the menu in 1941 listed hot dogs for 10 cents, hamburgers for 15 cents, a roast turkey dinner for 50 cents, and the most expensive item was the porterhouse steak with mushrooms for a dollar.
Another popular concession was the photo gallery where enlisted men could pose for photographs with ladies dressed as hula girls to send to their families as souvenirs. In fact, Norman "Sailor Jerry" Collins shared his first storefront on Hotel Street with his friend Tom who ran one of these photobooths right alongside men fighting off the pain from Jerry's tattoo needle.
Earl “Jitterbug” Pearson and Herman Toscano, 1945
Back then, tattoos came cheap. Men got them to remind them of home, to express their devil-may-care attitude toward death, or as a sign of loyalty to their unit. Mostly, tattoos served as a permanent memento of their travels and adventures. Sailor Jerry quickly set up shop on Hotel Street when he arrived and distinguished himself from the riffraff. His superior artistry and attention to detail came at a higher price. Jerry also believed recipients should prove deserving of the tattoo. He refused to cheapen his work and built a rep as a master. Sailors lined the streets waiting for a piece.
After the war, the so-called “immoral activities” of Hotel Street were clamped down on, but the avenue of indulgence continues to live on today as a destination for burlesque shows, drinking establishments, and tattoo craft. It may not be the Hotel Street of Jerry’s day, but it’s still a damn good time.
The Hubba Hubba sign hasn't lit up in decades, but it's still one of Hotel Street's best-known red-light district relics
Sources:
http://www.tincan.us
http://hawaii.gov
http://www.honolulumagazine.com
http://hawaiiantimemachine.blogspot.com
http://forum.axishistory.com
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