Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-08-17
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Cigars, No. Cigarettes, Tobacco, 7
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II see you had in the paper piece about
boy going to the insane asylum because
OF cigarette smoking"
Yes, in New YORK"
If the doctors would speak out we'd
hear of more, l tell you, and lots of dis
eases that are chargeable to the cigarette
thai they put against something else'
You are seYerei"
"Oh, know. Haven watche d this thing?
Don't | know how it is dragging thousands
down, down, making men the meanest,
stlnkipgest slaves on earth. You count on
that, II is truth. I'm preach'n, tell you
My dear sir, it's getting to be worse than
anything else. It's twin sister with opium
smoking, and You can't tell one from the
other pretty soon. Why, had dream
the other night, and it made an awful i'm
preston on me. | thought went over the
river. / wanted to see all there was, and
happened in at hell after time, for there's
lot of Sacramento fellows down there
know. Well, devil came to the gate-po-
lite chap he was-in q long cloak and big
hat, and red feather hanging away over
his back. And he said Come in, Tom
Clark; been waiting for you Not much
says l. am only on a visit. / want to
see what you've got here Well, on that
understanding he let me in. l tell you lisa
big place, is hell. saw trains coming from
all over the world loaded with all sorts of
people. Trains from San Francisco, trains
from Chicago and from New York, trains
from BostOn-yes, Boston and Washington,
and all over, rolling in, rolling in fast and
faster, and all full chock up. And there
were some trains that were just carrying
nothing but men, and some with only
women. | didn't see our cigarette fiends
flNY, II To-. Ii c,
ramento. And asked the big, polite devil
with the red feather about it, and he says,
says he: oh, we don't let the cigarette
chaps in here. Hell is too good for them.
We've got place outside and use for
them, however. Come here
Wei, he took me on SIDE way down
hill, and there, away of and farther down,
was deep, awful place, tull of fire and
smoke, and things as would make you
have the horrors to think of.
There, said my guide with the slouched
hat and big feather, is our worst place !;
the cesspool of hell. Hark do you hear
that?
Il listened, and heard little screech,
| and then q louder one, and then the roar of
train, and, looking down, saw a narrow
gauge track, and here on that track came a
narrow gauge train, a long one, and the
cars were full, and they hung on the out
sideof EN-; and as the train shot by, 1
saw pressed against the window.panes the
| faces of pale, hollow. checked sunken-
eyed, fat-ches.ed, spindle-legged, kidney
| diseased cigarette fiends from Sacramento.
Yes said the big fellow with the
cloak, that's the Sacramento regular cigar
cite train, and its the only kind that don I
run inside the walls of hell. We coald not
stand that you know. HelIs a pretty
| tough place, but it's not tough enough for
! the cigarette fiend.' We just run them off
down there where that train is rushing, and
dump them down al that cesspool and use
| them as needed
Well, just then l woke up. Hello
here's Fifteenth street good night"
| Twas heart disease, the doctor said,
With face scarce showing his regrets,
But. under breath, he murmured low:
( He killed himself with cigarettes"
| They raised O. err him a monument
| On which were carved their vain regrets;
| But more appropriate ,twould have been,
To have carved the one word-cigarettes.