Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Smoking is a dirty habit.
Brainless are ye, sour non-smokers,
As a vivisected rabbit.
"Smoking is an Art," says Santley;
There is Beauty in the bowl.
They who doubt it must be scantly
Blest with sense, or dowered with soul.
As an Art it claims attention;
Study is the only way.
Smoking skill, not smoke-prevention,
Is the thing we want to-day.
Art is long and smoke is fleeting;
But puff on until you learn
Good tobacco's not for eating!
Pipe-bowls are not meant to burn!
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

By flattering everybody in turn, he can practically get his smoking gratis, for everyone will be sure to offer him at least one cigarette, in order to prove the superiority of his own particular kind. And if the young shooter, after smoking it, expresses a proper amount of ecstasy, he is not at all unlikely to have a second offered to him. Most men are generous with cigarettes. Many a man I know would far rather give a beggar a cigarette than a shilling, though the cigarette may have cost, originally, a penny-halfpenny, or more—a strange and paradoxical state of affairs.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

It must be acknowledged that his story about his drive at the second hole, "equal to Blackwell, himself, Tom Morris himself told me as much," has become rather a source of diversion to his intimates; but we have all our failings, and Bulger never dreams, when anyone says, "What is the record drive?" that he is being drawn for the entertainment of the sceptical and unfeeling. Bulger will never, indeed, be a player; but, if his handicap remains at twenty-four, he may, some day, carry off the monthly medal.
Source: Gutenberg

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