Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week there was a run on herb stores for a smoking mixture (coltsfoot and clover leaf, scented with lavender or rose leaf) commonly used by sufferers from asthma or catarrh. Said London's deluxe tobacconist, Alfred Dunhill: "No self-respecting smoker would smoke a herbal mixture." But thousands of Britons were mixing the sweetish stuff with their pipe tobacco; it cost only fourpence an ounce, about one-tenth of the price of tobacco...
Tobacco sales were down to about half of normal. Hundreds of Britons had stopped smoking and thousands evidently wanted to stop. London's Daily Mail, which published a tongue-in-cheek account of a man's being hypnotized into a distaste for smoking, was swamped with letters from readers who wanted to be hypnotized too. Wrote an Evening Standard contributor: "Many have found that gargling with silver nitrate, swallowing bicarbonate, or well coating the palate with toffee or chewing gum are strong discouragements-to the extent that smoke can then be inhaled only at the risk...
...morning, the people left in Texas City tried to count their dead. There were 200 bodies in the gym. They lay in blanketed rows, each body tagged with a yellow identification slip.* The smell of smoke and blood hung thick over relatives bending to look at the tags. Occasionally someone whimpered, or fainted, or turned woodenly and walked out. One young woman begged to be admitted out of turn to find her young husband. "We only been married a month," she explained. Another in slacks stepped challengingly up to a guard. "He ain't here," she snapped. Still another...
Working people-the backbone of Labor's support-would be hurt most by the tobacco boost.† A man with a ?5 weekly wage (about one-fifth of British wage earners get less) would have to spend about one-fourth of his pay to smoke one package of cigarets...
...block that seemed just a hopeless heap of rubble, we saw one evening a wisp of smoke curling upwards. We picked our way down a broken flight of steps and knocked at a battered wooden door. A woman opened it and urged us to enter. In a room 12 ft. by 16 ft. we found a minor miracle of family planning. Seven people lived, cooked, ate and slept in this space, whose only privacy was a tiny curtained cubicle behind a big brick Russian stove, on top of which a boy slept at night. The room, a salvaged...