Dr. T smoked Cigars

[ChrisGeorge]

[mklhawley]

It's almost a shame he didn't live long enough to smoke Prince Albert in a can. Something about that idea just pleases me... I really don't know why.

So close, though. He only had to live five years longer!

[Shaggyrand]

Interesting, Chris. I hear Israel Schwartz said Tumblety switched to a pipe by 1888, because of his mustache being in the way!

Mike

It's almost a shame he didn't live long enough to smoke Prince Albert in a can. Something about that idea just pleases me... I really don't know why.

[GUT]

It looks like Dr. T was against 'stale' beer in gallons. Here's his Jan 29, 1889 interview:

Why, they stuff themselves all day with potpies and beef and drink gallons of stale beer, keeping it up until they go to bed late at night, and then wake up the next morning heavy as lead. Why, all the English police have dyspepsia.

Mike

But pints of the stale stuff or gallons of the fresh is fine.

[mklhawley]

But in the 1880's they weren't seen as unhealthy.

It looks like Dr. T was against 'stale' beer in gallons. Here's his Jan 29, 1889 interview:

Why, they stuff themselves all day with potpies and beef and drink gallons of stale beer, keeping it up until they go to bed late at night, and then wake up the next morning heavy as lead. Why, all the English police have dyspepsia.

Mike

[GUT]

Interesting thought, Mike. Here was a person who claimed to promote health by taking into the body only healthy things, yet he was known to smoke and even have his fine ale.

But in the 1880's they weren't seen as unhealthy.

[mklhawley]

May have been his first and last cigar, if he was smart.

Mike

Interesting thought, Mike. Here was a person who claimed to promote health by taking into the body only healthy things, yet he was known to smoke and even have his fine ale.

[The Good Michael]

Morning Freeman, New Brunswick, Canada, 29 September 1860
S.B. Estey was called, and stated that Dr. Tumblety's Christian name was Francis; that he had boarded with him about thirteen weeks; that the last he saw of him was on Thursday night about 9 o'clock, when he came down stairs, lit a cigar and went out.

May have been his first and last cigar, if he was smart.

Mike

[Steadmund Brand]

I switched when I gave up cigarettes'....god I miss them...but been 6 years now....I smoke a pipe at times but they are a pain to keep up.....plus...I love the camaraderie of a cigar shop....very relaxing and always great conversation....

My beard is much shorter so I'm safe from that kind of accident....I hope.....

I have my travel humidor all ready for April!!!!!

Steadmund Brand

[mklhawley]

Interesting, Chris. I hear Israel Schwartz said Tumblety switched to a pipe by 1888, because of his mustache being in the way!

Mike

[ChrisGeorge]

Hi Mike, Steadmund, and GUT

A poet friend of mine here in Baltimore grew his beard long (see below) in emulation of a poet hero of his, W. D. Snodgrass -- or was it in emulation of Walt Whitman? . . . Actually it's possible that Snodgrass, a generation or two older than my friend, grew his beard long as a tribute to Whitman (also below).

Unfortunately, Gary reported that recently he suffered an accident while lighting his cigar: he burned a big hole in that luxuriant beard. I am not able to report whether he is now clean shaven or if he was able to salvage part of his beard. In any case, it will take a while to grow it that long again!

Cheers

Chris





Walt Whitman, 1887, photograph colorized by Dan Keller.

[Steadmund Brand]

There ya go, Must be a NY thing.. however I will not wax my moustache.. and we share no other hobbies

see, now someone has to enjoy a Tumblety with me.. I know Howard Brown smokes ( or use to) cigarettes and pipes, not sure on cigars!

Steadmund Brand

[GUT]

Should make Steady happy.

He was looking for someone to share a cigar with at ripper con.

[mklhawley]

Hi all,

We see Francis Tumblety enjoyed a cigar on occasions.

Morning Freeman, New Brunswick, Canada, 29 September 1860
S.B. Estey was called, and stated that Dr. Tumblety's Christian name was Francis; that he had boarded with him about thirteen weeks; that the last he saw of him was on Thursday night about 9 o'clock, when he came down stairs, lit a cigar and went out.

There you go, Steadmund Brand!

Sincerely,

Mike