Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-03-19
1T BURNED FOR HOURS.
Effects of q New York Cigar on q Lake Erie
Fishing Trip.

Effects OF New York Cigar on q Lake Erie
Fishing Trip.
From the New York Tribune.
make mine a cigar" said the man in flu,
collar, setting down his case of samples.
The four men who had already mentioned
their preference lined up along the mahogany
and watched the preparations of the white
aproned compounder in expectant silence.
Il reckon that's the first cigar I've tackled
since last August" remarked the man with the
fur collar rehectively.
Swear off," asked the man on the end
motioning to put three straws in his.
well, hardly that. Somehow I haven't
seemed to banker after terbacker since yacht
ing trip took over on Lake Erie last sum-
mer."
Here the man with the fur collar paused
until the general setting down of glasses indi-
Gated that the nervous strain upon the com
pany had been relieved.
How was that?' inquired the man on the
end. pursuing the las. few drops with the long
est straw.
We'll, you see. was over in Buffalo on a
business trip, and two friends of mine sug-
gested couple of days on the lake, SO
knocked off work and joined them, just as l
was leaving the hotel Teller who travels for q
New York cigar house gave me handful of big,
oldCh cigars. ne calleu EN- 'nsnln cigars
regular stayers, he said, what all the boys at
home took with 'em to keep off sea sickness. So
the next morning after breakfast lit up one
or those New York stayers, and pon my soul
never seed terbacker burn SO slow. l pulled
that cigar for one hour and ten minutes and
burned just one inch. and tell you, gentle
men, l began to feel queer. it seemed as
though the whole bottom was droppin' out of
the United States. and was Just THROWN the
butt away when one of the other felers saws: he
Hold on. Bill, don't waste good cigar like
that: pass her over So he went to work on
the slayer and turned in below.
about II o'clock crawled up on deck. MY
friend was white as a sheet and he had the
cook on deck bathing his head. The slayer
was only half gone.
says he, Bill where was this cigar nader
New York savsI /.
Popular down there?'
saysI.
They're not built for fresh water. Bill,
says he. heayin a terrible heave. i hate to
throw away cigar half smoked, but this time
me or the weed must CO..
Hold on. capn, saws the cook let me
tackle that butt; never see d one yeti couldn't
down..
so We passed over the stayer to the cook
and went below to lie down. About o'clock
one of the boys came down, and said he
reckoned we'd have to get dinner ourselves
Il
never seed man change the way that cook
had He was curled up in the corner of the
galley as limp as dish rag, and on the floor
beside him lay about one inch of the slayer
Enjoy your cigar, JohnP says l.
The feller looked at me witt the whitest
face ever saw on q niger and says he in a
whisper, 'Cap'n. we'se had turrible scrap Ell
I'D had copper-kittle stummick and a brass
mouth l reckon Id err downed that butt"
The man with the fur collar paused and the
company silently watched the artist in the
white apron go to press with the second edi-
tion.
where did you say that cigar was nader
asked the man on the end at last
New York"
And il burned?"
Gentlemen, that cigar burned seven hours
and nine minutes"
The silence that followed was broken by the
man IN the yellow ulster.
You needn { Eiind the trimmin's," he said,
lust make mine straight