drawn by iron-shod hooves
gave a clattering cadence
reverbing dull bells
ringing atonal peals
along ill-masoned lanes
of Belgian block cobbles
bilge-pitted from urine
of a hundred stout lads
crude ballast unshipped
for a nickel a ton
from heart-of-oak vessels
of mercantile Brits
singing Cockney crew lingo
with cargo commands
over heaps dropped in nets
upon creaking tarred wharves
gave out guttural barks
to the breaking breeze humming
through neatly reefed yards
slung up high-crossed on masts
where a nautical polyglot
spilled its cacophony
up and down gangplanks East
Indiamen hove in place
with great bangs and hard crashes
that echoed across the wide
swift running current dividing
Brooklynfrom my forty-floored glass
looking down on the seaport
when sail-masted schooners
or frigates would moor
all the sounds of the centuries
rose up to reach me
transporting me back to
that wild newborn world
of rapscallion romance
and mean edged adventure
where men grunted glory
for merely surviving
another new day
all the time feeling wistful
that I had been born
too long after my time
(Note to readers: the glass tower in the photo was the location of my office)
[Terry: I swear, this muscleheaded guy keeps getting better and better. I think all that Southern stuff is just a sham and he’s really a hipster from Brooklyn]
July 20, 2013
Ever heard of SPUDS?
No… not them spuds.
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away….
There was this planet where folks would take little rolls of leaves and paper, light em on fire, and then inhale the smoke directly into their lungs.
I guess that place is still there.
They’re just using different leaves, now.
Anyhoo… today’s interesting and provovative post, is on a product that- at one time- was the fifth best selling brand of cigarette in the United States— and is now virtually unheard of.
Despite what the product name might lead you to believe, and as you might have gleaned from the above 1933 ad in “Literary Digest”, Spud Cigarettes were NOT made out of potatoes….,
…. but a relatively expensive tobacco blend, mint leaves, and menthol additives.
Their rather quaint and misleading name actually came from the inventor of mentholated cigarettes, Lloyd “Spud” Hughes, of Ohio.
The story goes that, as a young man, Lloyd was an avid smoker, but hated the taste of cigarettes whenever he had a cold.
Now, most folks would either stop smoking until they were well, or just ignore the awful taste and scratchy throat.
But not ole “Spud”.
He was what you might call dedicated.
( or what you might call ‘addicted’ )
His mother had treated his asthma with menthol crystals as a child, and he continued to use them into adulthood— storing them in a tin container with his cigarettes.
He enjoyed the taste of the cigarettes with the menthol flavor, and the mentholation seemed to ease the pain of his sore throat.
So he developed a recipe for making them in large quantities, and soon he was producing them for sale to local stores.
In 1925, he patented his invention, (which was produced by spraying tobacco with a mixture of Oil of Cassia, alcohol, and Menthol ), and formed the Spud Cigarette Corporation of Wheeling, West Virginia.
He saw his duty and he done it, yep.
there’s a lot more- check it out via Smoke a Spud | muscleheaded.
[Terry: Just a sidenote. After about 30 years of abstinence, I’m smoking an e-cigarette loaded with coffee-flavored non-nicotine fake smoke. It ain’t 3 packs a day of Winstons but I love it.]
- Locating Clear-Cut Solutions For E Cigarette (chadwickoggm.wordpress.com)
- Black Group Asks FDA to Snuff Out Menthol Cigarettes (newamericamedia.org)
- Europe to Ban Menthols in Cigarette Crackdown (newser.com)
Brooklyn Museum | Phillip Jones Griffiths
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