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E-Chick Offline
#1 Posted:
Joined: 06-15-2002
Posts: 4,877
Yes, social friend, I love thee well,

In learned doctor's spite;

Thy clouds all other clouds dispel

And lap me in delight.


~Charles Sprague, "To My Cigar"


Marla
bullwyf Offline
#2 Posted:
Joined: 06-07-2003
Posts: 1,169
Nice Marla, real nice.

Hey my wife wants your snailer...

she is terrible about reading her email so I have no idea what her intentions might be, but she mentioned wanting it. . .

her email is
[email protected]

thanks

firstsgtsmoke
aka Michael Sprague
E-Chick Offline
#3 Posted:
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Posts: 4,877
E-mail sent to Lynn
CWFoster Offline
#4 Posted:
Joined: 12-12-2003
Posts: 5,414
"What America needs is a good five-cent cigar!"- Thomas Marshall, Vice President of the United States under Woodrow Wilson.
JonR Offline
#5 Posted:
Joined: 02-19-2002
Posts: 9,740
Seeing a man throw a cigar nub into the street, Clem kiddlehopper ask: " Sir are you finished with that cigar" and then lovingly picks up the nub and impales it on a toothpick and walks away puffing happily.

JonR
CigarPrimate Offline
#6 Posted:
Joined: 09-18-2004
Posts: 701
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Sigmund Freud
CigarPrimate Offline
#7 Posted:
Joined: 09-18-2004
Posts: 701
In Wreathes of Smoke
by Frank Newton Holman

In wreathes of smoke, blown waywardwise,
Faces of olden days uprise,
And in his dreamer's reverie
They haunt the smoker's brain, and he
Breathes for the past regretful sighs.

Mem'ries of maids with azure eyes,
In dewy dells 'neath June's soft skies,
Faces that more he'll only see
In wreaths of smoke.

Ebeu, eheu! How fast time flies--
How youth-time passion droops and dies,
And all the countless visions flee!
How worn would all those faces be,
Were they not swaithed in soft disguise
In wreaths of smoke!
pabloescabar Offline
#8 Posted:
Joined: 02-25-2005
Posts: 30,183
thank you, may I have another...
18delta Offline
#9 Posted:
Joined: 09-18-2004
Posts: 3,235
shooby doo waawaa
CigarPrimate Offline
#10 Posted:
Joined: 09-18-2004
Posts: 701
Here's some more.

http://home.att.net/~denis/cigars/c-quotes.htm
jackconrad Offline
#11 Posted:
Joined: 06-09-2003
Posts: 67,461
"I love my cigars but once in a while i take them out of my mouth" : Graucho Marx to to a guest on You Bet Your Life who had just told him he and his wife have had 8 kids in their 5 years of marriage.
pgatour00 Offline
#12 Posted:
Joined: 11-28-2002
Posts: 301
If I paid $10 for a cigar I'd have to make love to it first. (or something like that) - George Burns
Charlie Offline
#13 Posted:
Joined: 06-16-2002
Posts: 39,751
"Ok Monica, sweetie, are you ready for Uncle Bill's Montecristo"?

LOL

Charlie
rastusmcnair Offline
#14 Posted:
Joined: 03-01-2003
Posts: 1,845
The Betrothed
“You must choose between me and your cigar.”
— Breach of Promise Case, circa 1885.
Rudyard Kipling


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OPEN the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.
We quarrelled about Havanas—we fought o’er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie’s face.

Maggie is pretty to look at—Maggie’s a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There’s peace in a Larranaga, there’s calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away—

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown—
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o’ the talk o’ the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty—grey and dour and old—
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love’s torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar—

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket—
With never a new one to light tho’ it’s charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila—there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion—bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent—comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee’s passion—to do their duty and burn.

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent ’em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o’ Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o’-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider anew—
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba—I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I’ll have no Maggie for Spouse!





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We've all heard it before but it's a classic!
EI Offline
#15 Posted:
Joined: 06-29-2002
Posts: 5,069
A woman is just a woman but a cigar is a smoke

Rudyard Kipling
EI Offline
#16 Posted:
Joined: 06-29-2002
Posts: 5,069
whoops sorry... didn't see the whole poem.
Just the line i like the best
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