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...Englanders, being true devotees of the weed, generally brought with them a supply of the Connecticut leaf which they would take to the cigar maker in Wheeling to be rolled into cigars. . . . The New Englanders mostly traveled in Conestoga wagons which was shortened to "stogie" by the Virginians and the travelers became known as the "stogie fellers" and the product of their tobacco as "stogies...
...Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (Warner Bros.) is 606, the arsenical compound that the dumpy, cigar-puffing Jewish genius found he could shoot into syphilitics and kill the pale spirochetes of syphilis without killing their victim. Warner Brothers have long been afraid that the bullet might ricochet from the Hays Office, the State censorship boards, the U. S. cinemillions conditioned to regard any mention of syphilis as indecent. Consulted in advance, after a fortnight's solemn thought the Hays experts spoke. Their verdict: the word syphilis must be mentioned as seldom as possible in the picture; on no account...
Like a slow ribbon of cigar smoke in a smoky room, a story curled around the House of Representatives last week. It got in Congressmen's eyes, made them cough and blink. The story was as hard to take as a Wheeling stogie, and like a stogie, it carried a kick...
...Whitley's resignation lay in the office of the Dies Committee. Mr. Whitley himself was in Florida. Congressman Hook, not quite sure whether he was a hero or a fall guy, looked fiercely in all directions. Congress cleared its throat and felt in its pockets for a fresh cigar...
...Johnny, Oh Johnny, Oh! was the tune for the bands one morning last week when John L. Lewis walked into a hall at Columbus, Ohio. On the platform he paused for a word with his daughter, Kathryn, large and placid in a black dress. He mouthed his after-breakfast cigar, chatted, paced up & down until an introductory orator droned: "I give you . . ." Only then did the finest actor in U. S. Labor turn to the crowd. Grey hairs laced his black mane. His squat body was taut and still. One hand brushed at his eyes, at the arching black eyebrows...