It's Time to Re-visit the Art of the Cigar Box
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fmdog44
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- Houston, Texas
My dad was a White Owl smoker so easy to buy him birthday and Christmas presents.
Meanderer
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The talk of cigars, reminds me of a favorite poem by Robert Service
THE PRETTY LADY
He asked the lady in the train
If he might smoke: she smiled consent.
So lighting his cigar and fain
To talk he puffed away content,
Reflecting: how delightful are
Fair dame and fine cigar.
Then from his bulging wallet he
A photograph with pride displayed,
His charming wife and children three,
When suddenly he was dismayed
To hear her say: 'These notes you've got,
I want the lot.'
He scarcely could believe his ears.
He laughed: 'The money isn't mine.
To pay it back would take me years,
And so politely I decline.
Madame, I think you speak in fun:
Have you a gun ?'
She smiled. 'No weapon have I got,
Only my virtue, but I swear
If you don't hand me out the lot
I'll rip my blouse, let down my hair,
Denounce you as a fiend accurst . . .'
He told her: 'Do your worst.'
She did. Her silken gown she tore,
Let down her locks and pulled the cord
That stopped the train, and from the floor
She greeted engineer and guard:
'I fought and fought in vain,' she cried.
'Save me, I'm terrified !'
The man was calm; he stood aloof.
Said he: 'Her game you understand;
But if you doubt, behold the proof
Of innocence is in my hand.'
And as they stared into the car
They saw his logic in a flash . . .
Aloft he held a lit cigar
With two inches of ash.
THE PRETTY LADY
He asked the lady in the train
If he might smoke: she smiled consent.
So lighting his cigar and fain
To talk he puffed away content,
Reflecting: how delightful are
Fair dame and fine cigar.
Then from his bulging wallet he
A photograph with pride displayed,
His charming wife and children three,
When suddenly he was dismayed
To hear her say: 'These notes you've got,
I want the lot.'
He scarcely could believe his ears.
He laughed: 'The money isn't mine.
To pay it back would take me years,
And so politely I decline.
Madame, I think you speak in fun:
Have you a gun ?'
She smiled. 'No weapon have I got,
Only my virtue, but I swear
If you don't hand me out the lot
I'll rip my blouse, let down my hair,
Denounce you as a fiend accurst . . .'
He told her: 'Do your worst.'
She did. Her silken gown she tore,
Let down her locks and pulled the cord
That stopped the train, and from the floor
She greeted engineer and guard:
'I fought and fought in vain,' she cried.
'Save me, I'm terrified !'
The man was calm; he stood aloof.
Said he: 'Her game you understand;
But if you doubt, behold the proof
Of innocence is in my hand.'
And as they stared into the car
They saw his logic in a flash . . .
Aloft he held a lit cigar
With two inches of ash.
RadishRose
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- Connecticut, USA
I never had a cigar box.
Aunt Bea
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- Near Mount Pilot
My city had several cigar makers and each produced several brands with colorful labels.
Tish
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- Rural N.S.W. Australia
That is so cool, thank you for sharing.
Jules
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After looking some more at this photo, I dug out my old box. The handles on the side were gone long ago but other than condition and size it was exactly like this.
My father used to bring home empty cigar boxes from the news stands where he bought his newspapers; the vendor would have just thrown them out. Old cigar boxes were sturdy, and made great places to store assorted hardware and small tools for him. I kept a rock collection in one, and boy-treasures in others. Never smoked, though...tried to be a chain smoker, but could never get ‘em to stay lit... 
Meanderer
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Lewkat
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- New Jersey, USA
I used my dad's for my baseball trading cards.
