The most delicate shape for smoking is the slender stalk of a cigarette. The cigar ever so much impresses me as barbarous. Chicagoans might say it was the only manly smoke.
Truly!
Chicago is the City of Man (whatever that means).
I’m glad that the young gentlemen with genteel canes under their arms don’t open any cigar-stand conference here. Such an abomination in Frisco!
No drones, whatever.
My uncle was going out sight-seeing with me in a silk hat.
I objected to it.
Plug hat doesn’t suit informal Chicago.
He changed his frock-coat for a sack-coat.
“Now, Uncle, you look more like a Chicago gentleman!” I said.