Sherlock Holmes kept his cigars in a coal-scuttle. I'm not sure where he kept his cigarettes. When a problem vexed him, though, he would usually reach for his pipe, usually the oily black clay one, puffing away three pipe-fulls before the solution would present itself. Here's Basil Rathbone, one of the best Holmes actors, enjoying a Chesterfield and promoting his movie Dressed to Kill.
It's been a while since I've posted on vintage days type stuff. I like old magazine advertisements. A little nostalgic, a little revealing, sometimes made more interesting with notable movie stars. This one with Gene Autry hawking his script writer's Smith-Corona typewriter is wonderful. I like Gene Autry. I miss typing on my Smith-Corona. Not too much, but just enough. I don't miss carbon paper, messy typewriter ribbons, and grumbling through erasing inky letters. Thank the lord for the introduction of the carbon ribbon and replaceable type wheels. Somehow, plopping down a booze bottle and shot glass next to a computer keyboard isn't as romantic as pouring and drinking that shot, as you lean back in thought or desperation, from your Smith-Corona typewriter.