Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-08-30
THIS AND THAT


stand. After that. 1t smells. The
boss hates to have 1t around.
| Jones regarded his pet briar with
suspicion. Something had happened
| to it, he did not quite know what, but
something that offended his sensitive
nostrils.
| What to do?
Instead of being a blessing, the
| thing was turning into a curse. Some.
thing must be done to that pipe, and
at once. unless he intended to throw
| it into the alley.
Maybe the pipe salesman was right.
after all. "a man can never have
| too many pipes" he had said.
Now Jones began to see why.
| Common sense dictated that he put
the briar away somewhere, and allow
it to rest up for while, but Jones
was an impatient man, and believed
| heartily in the power of mind.
| Surely there must be a. way to take
| the smell out of a too-odOriferous
pipe. Somewhere the sun must be
| shining, somehow pipes are always
| sweet" Jones would look into the
| matter.
| He did. He consulted an expert.
| A pipe expert, be it known. is a
| gentleman who has smoked pipes,
| therefore thinks he knows all about
them. His case is analogous to that
| of the lady who imagineS that be-
cause she has several children she is
an authority on child raising. To have
smoked q pipe foryearS does not mean
that one knows anything about to-
bacco, any more than to have a child
necessarily implies a God-given knowl.
| edge of child health, sanitation and
mentality.
Templeton Jones approached the
expert with awe, however. He put
his question, and the oracle answered,
Get some pipe-cleaning fluid" Jones
asked where the precious liquid might
be bought. and secured directions. At
the shop he found several bottles of
the elixir sitting on The counter.
Give me bottle of that he
| directed.
| Carrying his bottle home, Jones got
out his offending briar and followed
| directions. He poured some of the
| fluid into the bowl of the pipe, held
| his left thumb over the mouthpiece
and swoggled the llquid back and
| forth.
When he allowed the infusion to
run out of the stem, 1t was of a deep
amber Color, having taken up nluCn
nicotine evidently. Jones took Whit
of the bowl hopefully, expecting to be
| greeted by no less an odor than that
| of lilies.
To his dismay, the pipe smelled
| worse than ever. Was there no balm
| in Gilead? His pipe now had sick
ening sweetish odor, new to it, but
| behind it came, clear and unmiStak-
able, the old smell for which he had
| treated 1t.
| AT the end Of a few hours the
briar was as insufferable as ever.
| Jones was in despair. He got out the
| bottle of a we'll known mouth wash.
| He poured some Of this in the bowl,
waggled 1t around, poured it out. Now
| his pipe had the odor of menthol, and
SO on--and still the old odor fingered
Jones bethought himself of the arc.
matte A Mixture, the strong, per.
| fumed tobacco smoked by seafaring
| men and other hardy customers
| THAT will give it a new smell, if any.
thing on earth WILL" said Jones.
Sure enough. the tangy A Mixture
did good work. After a few pipefuls
the bowl took on a scent midway be.
tween menthol and Virginia, some
place between eucalyptus and perique
| Then. out Of clear sky, the briar
| suddenly became sweet again. 1t
| happened just after Jones had
smoked his first pipeful Of H Mixture
again. He didn't know how or why
but 1t became sweet. So rejoice with
Jones, brothers!