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CHURCH --- CHURCHILL --- CIA (THE)
CIGARETTES --- CIGARS


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Photograph: The Minster, York, England

see "RELIGION" for related links

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Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,
But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm:
Besides I can tell where I am use'd well,
Such usage in heaven will never do well.

But if at the Church they would give us some Ale.
And a pleasant fire, our souls to regale:
We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day:
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.

Then the Parson might preach & drink & sing.
And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring:
And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church
Would not have bandy children nor fasting nor birch

And God like a father rejoicing to see.
His children as pleasant and happy as he:
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel
But kiss him & give him both drink and apparel.

--William Blake (1757—1827)
English poet.
"The Little Vagabond"

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If we are devoted to the cause of humanity, we shall soon be
crushed and broken-hearted, for we shall often meet with more
ingratitude from men than we would from a dog; but if our
motive is love to God, no ingratitude can hinder us from
serving our fellow men.
--Oswald Chambers (1874—1917)
Scottish Protestant minister and teacher.
_My Utmost For His Highest_ (lectures) [1927]

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Calvin Coolidge (1872—1933), 30th
President of the United States [1923—1929].

On returning from church one day, Coolidge was asked on
what topic the minister had preached. After a moment's
thought he replied, 'Sin.'

'And what did he say about sin?'

'He was against it.'

--_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_
edited by Clifton Fadiman and Andrι Bernard [2000 ed.]

^

Being a lover of freedom, when the revolution came in Germany, I
looked to the universities to defend it, knowing that they had always
boasted of their devotion to the cause of truth; but, no, the universities
immediately were silenced. Then I looked to the great editors of the
newspapers whose flaming editorials in days gone by had proclaimed
their love of freedom; but they, like the universities, were silenced in a
few short weeks... Only the Church stood squarely across the path of
Hitler's campaign for suppressing truth. I never had any special interest
in the Church before, but now I feel a great affection and admiration
because the Church alone has had the courage and persistence to
stand for intellectual truth and moral freedom. I am forced thus to
confess that what I once despised I now praise unreservedly.
--Albert Einstein (1879—1955)
German-American physicist.
"Time" (magazine) [(23 December 1940], p. 38

I like the silent church before the service begins,
better than any preaching.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803—1882)
American philosopher and poet.

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The skyline was dominated by steeples and the whole town by
bells. Everyone knew Christ's 'royal peal' and that New North's
had a sour note. King's Chapel's was deep and sad. Old Brattle
and Hollis had their bells. Folk would stop in the street to count
the 'passing bell' tolling out the sex and age of the deceased.
And they always ran to ask for whom the bell tolled.

The bells rang wildly for fires or to call out the mob, joyfully for
the repeal of certain acts of Parliament or the withdrawal of an
especially unpopular royal governor. They tolled over 'tyranny.'
They opened and closed the markets, and twice on Sunday called
all to church or meeting. These were the great bells — the very
voice of Boston. Besides there were countless smaller ones.
Hand-bells rung on the street advertising 'wonders' and sales,
or that it was two o'clock and 'The Bunch of Grapes' was about
to serve dinner.

Schoolmasters rang for school, cowbells drowsed through the
blueberry bushes and hardhack of the Common, and all day
long, in hundreds of shops and houses, the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
of doorbells. In winter-time came the frosty sparkle of sleighbells
as citizens rode out in their 'booby-huts.'

The music of bells is almost forgotten by modern ears. Then it
was everywhere.

--Esther Forbes (1891—1967)
American novelist.
_Paul Revere and the World He Lived In_ [1942]

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In dim cathedrals, dark with vaulted gloom,
What holy awe invests the saintly toom!
--Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809—1894)
American physician, poet, and essayist.
"A Rhymed Lesson" [1846]

The church must be reminded that it is not the master
or the servant of the state, but rather the conscience
of the state. It must be the guide and critic of the
state, and never its tool. If the church does not
recapture its prophetic zeal, it will become an
irrelevant social club without moral or spiritual
authority.
--Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929—1968)
American civil rights leader.
_Strength to Love_ [1963]

Do not ride in cars: they are responsible for
20% of all fatal accidents. . . .Do not stay
at home: 17% of all accidents occur in the
home. . . Do not walk on the streets or
pavements: 14% of all accidents occur to
pedestrians. . . Do not travel by air, rail,
or water: 16% of all accidents happen on
these. . . Only .001% of all deaths occur
in worship services in church, and these
are usually related to previous physical
disorders . . . Hence the safest place
for you to be at any time is at church!
--Mark Leslie

The Old Testament is responsible for more atheism, agnosticism,
disbelief — call it what you will — than any book ever written; it
has emptied more churches than all the counterattractions of
cinema, motor bicycle and golf course.
--A. A. (Alan Alexander) Milne (1882—1956)
English writer for children.
_Year In, Year Out_ [1952]

Some to church repair, not for the doctrine,
but the music there.
--Alexander Pope (1688—1744)
English poet.

The man of business . . . goes on Sunday to the church
with the regularity of the village blacksmith, there to
renounce and abjure before his God the line of conduct
which he intends to pursue with all his might during the
following week.
--George Bernard Shaw (1856—1950)
Irish comic dramatist, literary critic, Socialist propagandist, and winner
of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1925 [he didn't accept it.]
_Fabian Essays in Socialism_, pt. I "Economic" [1889]

I never weary of great churches. It is my favorite kind of
mountain scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired
as when it made a cathedral.
--Robert Louis Stevenson (1850—1894)
Scottish essayist, poet, and novelist.

Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more
than going to a garage makes you an automobile.
--Billy Sunday [William Ashley Sunday] (1862—1935)
American evangelist.

I don't go to church, but I always go to cathedrals.
--Gough Whitlam (1916— )
Australian Prime Minister [1972—1975].
In Sydney "Morning Herald" [29 December 1986].

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A group of women were talking together. One woman
said, "Our congregation is sometimes down to 30 or
40 on a Sunday."

Another said: "That's nothing. Sometimes our
congregation is down to six or seven."

A maiden lady in her seventies added her bit, "Why,
it's so bad in our church on Sundays that when the
minister says 'dearly beloved,' it makes me blush."

--Reverend Clifford Waite,
in Cal and Rose Samra's _Holy Humor_ [1996], "February"

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One Sunday a pastor asked his congregation to consider giving a little
extra in the offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would
be able to pick out three hymns.

After the offering plates were passed, the pastor glanced down and
noticed that someone had contributed a $1,000 bill. He was so excited
that he immediately shared his joy with his congregation, and said he'd
like to personally thank the person who had placed the money in the
plate.

A very quiet, elderly, saintly widow shyly raised her hand. The pastor
asked her to come to the front. Slowly she made her way to the pastor.
He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much and asked her
to pick out three hymns.

Her eyes brightened as she looked over the congregation, pointed to
the three most handsome men in the building and said, "I'll take him,
him, and him."

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There is the story of a pastor who got up one Sunday and announced to his
congregation: 'I have good news and bad news. The good news is, we have
enough money to pay for our new building program. The bad news is, it's
still out there in your pockets.'

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After Quasimodo's death, the Bishop of Notre Dame sent word
through the streets of Paris that a new Bell Ringer was needed.

The Bishop decided he would personally conduct the interviews
and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process. After
observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided
to call it a day, when an armless man approached him and announced
that he was there to apply for the Ringer's job. The bishop was
incredulous. "You have no arms!"

"No matter," said the man, "Observe!" He spun around and began
striking the bells -- with his face! As horrible as it looked, he made
a beautiful melody! The Bishop listened in astonishment, convinced
that he had found a suitable replacement for Quasimodo.

Suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike a bell, the armless man
tripped and plunged out the belfry window to his death in the street
below. The stunned Bishop rushed to his side.

When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the
fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only
moments before.

As they parted to let the Bishop through, one of them asked,
"Bishop, who was this man?"

"I don't know his name," the Bishop replied, "but his face rings
a bell."

The following day, despite the sadness of the unfortunate death
of the armless man weighing heavily on his heart, the Bishop
continued his interviews for the Bell Ringer of Notre Dame.

The first man to approach him said, "Your excellency, I am the
brother of the poor, armless, wretch. The one who fell to his death,
from this very belfry, yesterday. I pray, honor his life by allowing
me to replace him in this duty." The Bishop agreed to give the
man an audition.

As the armless man's brother picked-up a mallet to strike the
first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, and died.

Two monks, hearing the Bishop's cries of grief at this second
tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side. "What has happened?"
the first asked. "Who is this man?"

"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught cleric, "but he's
a dead ringer for his brother."

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basilica (noun)
1. Privileged Roman Catholic church: a Roman Catholic church or
cathedral given ceremonial privileges by the Pope.
2. architecture: ancient Roman building, a type of ancient Roman
building that had a central nave with an aisle on each side formed
by two rows of columns, and typically a terminal semicircular apse.
It was used as a court of justice, an assembly hall, or an exchange.

ecclesiastical [i-klee-zee-AS-ti-kuhl], adjective:
Of or having to do with the church or clergy.
Ex.: More than $100 million worth of gorgeous sparkling royal gems,
ecclesiastical items and exquisite costumes made for the Romanov
czars, who ruled Russia from 1613 to 1917, have just gone on view
under bulletproof glass at the Corcoran Gallery.
--Jo Ann Lewis, The Washington Post, 1/31/1997

nave (noun)
Central part of a church: the long central hall of a
cross-shaped church, often with pillars on each side,
where the congregation sits

tintinnabulation (noun)
The ringing of bells

tithe (noun) (plural tithes)
One tenth of somebody's income or produce paid voluntarily
or as a tax for the support of a church or its clergy.




CHURCHILL

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see: "WORLD WAR II"
see "PEOPLE" for other related links

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Lady Nancy Witcher Langhorne Astor (1879—1964)
American-born, first woman to take a seat in the British House of Commons.

During the early thirties Winston Churchill's critics called him rash,
impetuous, tactless, contentious, inconsistent, unsound, an amusing
parlimentary celebrity who was forever out of step.

'We just don't know what to make of him,' a troubled Tory MP told
Lady Astor.

She asked brightly, "How about a nice rug?"

--_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_
edited by Clifton Fadiman and Andrι Bernard [2000 ed.]

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Bessie Braddock: Winston, you're drunk.
Winston Churchill: Bessie, you're ugly. But tomorrow I
shall be sober.
--Attributed* in J.L. Lane (ed.) _Sayings of Churchill_ [1992]
(*This exchange must be considered apocryphal as
there is no record of it from any legitimate source.)

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[Winston Churchill] does not talk the language of the
20th century but that of the 18th. He is still fighting
Blenheim all over again. His only answer to a difficult
situation is to send a gun-boat.
--Aneurin Bevan (1897—1960)
British Labour politician.
Speech at Labour party conference,
Scarborough [2 October 1951].

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In the summer of 1941 Sergeant James Allen Ward was
awarded the Victoria Cross for climbing out onto the wing
of his Wellington bomber, 13,000 feet above the Zuider
Zee, to extinguish a fire in the starboard engine. Secured
only by a rope around his waist, he managed not only to
smother the fire but also to return along the wing to the
aircraft's cabin. Churchill, an admirer as well as a performer
of swashbuckling exploits, summoned the shy New Zealander
to 10 Downing Street. Ward, struck dumb with awe in
Churchill's presence, was unable to answer the prime
minister's questions. Churchill surveyed the unhappy
hero with some compassion. 'You must feel very humble
and awkward in my presence,' he said.

'Yes, sir,' managed Ward.

'Then you can imagine how humble and awkward I feel
in yours,' said Churchill.

--_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_
edited by Clifton Fadiman and Andrι Bernard [2000 ed.]

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A priggish civil servant had corrected and
returned a Churchill memorandum, pointing
out that the prime minister had mistakenly
ended a sentence with a proposition. Back
it went to the officious bureaucrat, with
this Churchill note appended in the margin:
"This is the sort of pedantic nonsense up
with which I shall not put."
--James C. Humes, Professor of language and leadership and author,
quoting Winston Churchill, in _The Wit and Wisdom of Winston Churchill_.

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He [Winston Churchill] mobilized the English
language and sent it into battle to steady
his fellow countrymen and hearten those
Europeans upon whom the long dark night
of tyranny had descended.
--Edward R. Murrow [Egbert Roscoe Murrow]
(1908—1965)
American broadcaster and journalist.
Broadcast of Nov. 30, 1954, recalled in _In Search of Light_, [1967] p. 276.

a few examples:

I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined
this Government: 'I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears,
and sweat.'
--Speech in House of Commons [13 May 1940].


What is our aim? . . . Victory, victory at all costs,
victory in spite of all terror; victory, however long
and hard the road may be; for without victory,
there is no survival.
--Speech in House of Commons [13 May 1940].


We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds,
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills;
we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment
believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving,
then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British
Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New
World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the
liberation of the old.
--Speech in House of Commons [4 June 1940].


What General Weygand called the Battle of France is over.
I expect that the Battle of Britain is about to begin. Upon
this battle depends the survival of Christian civilization.
Upon it depends our own British life, and the long continuity
of our institutions and our Empire. The whole fury and might
of the enemy must very soon be turned on us. Hitler knows
that he will have to break us in this Island or lose the war. If
we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life
of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. but
if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States,
including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into
the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps
more protracted, by the light of perverted science. Let us
therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves
that, if the British Empire and Commonwealth last for a thousand
years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.'
--Excerpt of speech to the House of Commons as the
The Battle of Britain Begins [18 June 1940].


We shall defend every village, every town and every
city. The vast mass of London itself, fought street by
street, could easily devour an entire hostile army;
and we would rather see London laid in ruins and
ashes than that it should be tamely and abjectly
enslaved.
--Radio broadcast [14 July 1940].


Never in the field of human conflict
was so much owed by so many to
so few.
--Speech, House of Commons, 20 August 1940.
(On the skill and courage of British airmen.)


Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never,
never — in nothing, great or small, large or petty —
never give in, except to convictions of honor and
good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to
the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.
--Speech at Harrow School [29 October 1941].

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Like a village fiddler after Paganini.
--Harold Nicolson (1886—1968)
English diplomat, politician, and writer.
Comparing Clement Attlee with Winston Churchill, in diary [10 November 1947].




CIA (THE)

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see: "SPY"


The attempted assassination of Sukarno last week
had all the earmarks of a CIA operation. Everyone
in the room was killed except Sukarno.
--William F. Buckley Jr. (1925—2008)
American author and journalist.
Editorial _National Review_ [1957]

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At 8 A.M. on February 15, 2001, Mike, a trim-looking
CIA analyst, gave President George W. Bush his first
daily agency briefing at the White House. The next
day, Bush would be making his first foreign trip as
president, to see Mexican President Vicente Fox.

A White House steward entered the Oval Office with
coffee. Bush motioned to his guest to stop talking
while the steward was in the room. Mike was
impressed. Bush cared about security. At the end
of the briefing, Bush brought up the trip again.
"Are you coming with me?" the president asked.

From that point on Mike or alternate CIA briefers
traveled with Bush on every trip. They saw him six
and often seven days a week, whether at Bush's ranch
in Crawford, Texas, his parents' home in Kennebunkport,
at Camp David, or in the White House.

The contrast with President Bill Clinton could
not have been more striking. After the first
six months of his presidency, Clinton dispensed
with CIA briefings. He read only the President's
Daily Brief, a compilation of intelligence reports
prepared overnight by the CIA.

George H. W. Bush, a former director of Central
Intelligence (DCI), had told his son after his
election that the most important item of the day
was the intelligence briefing. Meeting face-to-
face with the DCI was also important, the former
president said.

When Bush chose Andrew H. Card Jr. as his chief of
staff, he quoted his father's advice and said: "Make
sure that happens. I want to see the CIA director
and talk with him."

--Ronald Kessler
Jounalist and author of non-fiction.
_The CIA at War_ [2003], "Prologue"


A CIA inspector general's report of August 25, 1967
recounted dozens of other bungled attempts to
assassinate Castro or embarrass him with his people.
Under one such plan, the CIA would . . . . introduce
thallium salts into Castro's shoes so his beard
would fall out. This, according to CIA plotters,
would destroy his public image.
--Ronald Kessler
Jounalist and author of non-fiction.
_The CIA at War_ [2003], Chapter 8


Widely acclaimed throughout the agency, [CIA Deputy
Director John E.] McLaughlin was an accomplished
magician. On a bookshelf in his office next to Tenet's,
he kept a photo of Harry Houdini.

[. . . ]

When the leader of a Latin American country visited
the CIA, McLaughlin asked him if he could borrow a
dollar bill. In front of the man's eyes, McLaughlin
folded the bill into small segments, then unfolded
it and produced a five-dollar bill.

He then reached into his pocket and gave the
astonished chief of state a dollar bill back. "I'd
like to hire you as our finance minister," the
man said.

--Ronald Kessler
Jounalist and author of non-fiction.
_The CIA at War_ [2003]

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CIGARETTES

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see "HEALTH" for related links


Put that bloody cigarette out!
--Saki [Hector Hugh Munro] (1870—1916)
Scottish writer.
In Nigel Rees _Brewer's Famous Quotations_ [2006].
The author explains:
During a night march on Beaumont-Hamel in the
First World War, it was said by Lance-Sergeant
Munro to one of his men who had just lit up. [Munro]
was killed by a German sniper.

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Cigarettes, Whiskey and Wild Wild Women
by Tim Spencer [Vernon Harold Spencer] (1908—1974)
American songwriter of country and western music
and the founder and member of the Sons of the Pioneers.

Chorus: Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane;
Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane;

Once I was happy and had a good wife
I had enough money to last me for life
Then I met with a gal and we went on a spree
She taught me smokin' and drinkin' whiskee
(Chorus)

Cigarettes are a blight on the whole human race
A man is a monkey with one in his face;
Take warning dear friend, take warning dear brother
A fire's on one end, a fool's on the t'other.
(Chorus)

And now good people, I'm broken with age
The lines on my face make a well written page
I'm weavin' this story — how sadly but true
On women and whiskey and what they can do
(Chorus)

Write on the cross at the head of my grave
For women and whiskey here lies a poor slave.
Take warnin' poor stranger, take warnin' dear friend
In wide clear letters this tale of my end.
(Chorus)

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Tobacco is a filthy weed,
That from the devil does proceed,
It drains your purse, it burns your clothes,
And makes a chimney of your nose.
--Benjamin Waterhouse (1754—1846)
American physician and scientist, a pioneer in smallpox vaccination.
Quoted in Dirk J. Struik _Yankee Science in the Making_ [1948].

& see:

Tobacco is a dirty weed. I like it.
It satisfies no normal need. I like it.
It makes you thin, it makes you lean,
It takes the hair right off your bean,
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen,
I like it.
--Graham Lee Hemminger (1895—1950)
American advertising executive.

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The nanny state has decreed that tobacco is so dangerous
it can only be advertised on vehicles travelling at over
150 mph.
(On the exemption of Formula One from a ban on cigarette advertising.)
--Ann Widdecombe (1947— )
British Conservative politician.
At the Conservative Party Conference, Bournemouth [6 October 1998].

When celluloid and fags first embarked on their epic journey
together, cigarettes signified all kinds of things. Sometimes they
signified that you were cool (Katharine Hepburn in The Philadelphia
Story); other times they implied that you were a red-hot she-cat
(Rita Hayworth in Gilda). They were called upon to denote age,
wisdom, rough and toughness, weary nonchalance (Humphrey Bogart),
and simultaneously — though not usually in the same film — to bestow
youthful, almost adolescent, innocence, naivety and elfin charm
(Audrey Hepburn). In old movies, in other words, everyone with a
personality smokes. Not smoking in a 1940s film is like being black
in a 1990s film: it means you're evil, or you're not very important
and you'll probably die halfway through.
--Zoe Williams, "Fag End of Fashion",
_The New Statesman_ [19 April 2004]

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I'd walk a mile for a Camel.
--Camel cigarettes advertising slogan

We'd rather fight than switch!
--Tareyton cigarettes advertising slogan




CIGARS

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see "HEALTH" for related links


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What smells so? Has somebody been burning a rag,
or is there a dead mule in the backyard?
No the man is smoking a five cent cigar.
--Eugene Field (1850—1895)
American journalist and writer of children's verse.
_The Tribune Primer_ [1882]

& see:

What this country needs is a really good five-cent cigar.
--Thomas R. Marshall (1854—1925)
American politician and 28th vice-president
of the United States [1913—1921].
Said in the Senate and quoted in the
_New York Tribune_ [4 January 1920].

& note:

What this country really needs is a good five cent cigar.
--"Hartford Courant" [22 September 1875] attributed to the "New York Mail."

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Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
--Sigmund Freud (1856—1939)
Austrian psychiatrist.
Attributed in Art Spiegelman and Bob Schneider _Whole Grains_ [1973].

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stogy (noun) ['sto-gee]
A cheap cigar.


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