My father took me to a fair in Chicago. I was too young to know what fair it was, but there was lots to see and do. There were some men making cigars. I suppose they were for sale, but then I thought it was just an exhibition on how cigars were made. There was a lot of rolling by hands on the table, between hands, and a nearly finished cigar slapped into a mold, made of two metal plates that could hold a half dozen cigars. I don't know what happened after that, because were just passing by. It all looked very unsanitary. There may have been human spit involved. I suppose it's different now.