Cigar Brand smoked by Captain EJ Smith


Kevin S. Reck

I am trying to find out the brand of cigars that Captain Smith smoked. I have seen a photo of Captain Smith and his dog, and the captain has a cigar in his hand. If anyone knows what brand he smoked I would be interested to hear. Also what brand of cigars were carried on board the Titanic.
If you like cigars, you're bound to love this.
A standard rendition in the sex-segregated smoking rooms of transatlantic liners, I should think.

"You must choose between me and your cigar."

THE BETROTHED - By Rudyard Kipling (wr. 1893)

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

We quarrelled about Havanas -- we fought o'er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.

Maggie is pretty to look at -- Maggie's a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away --

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown --
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty -- grey and dour and old --
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been, the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar --

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket --
With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila -- there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion -- bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent -- comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee's passion -- to do their duty and burn.

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stubs that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider anew --
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba -- I hold to my first-sworn vows:
If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!


Hmmmm. Gentlemen, I fear the ladies shall soon burst in here in a horde... gird your cummerbunds!

I'll be standing by with my Cohiba and Partaga double caronas. (did these brands even exist in 1912?)

Don't think the ladies will be so down on cigars though. Hell, Linda Evangilista and Demi moore seem to like puffing the things.

But I could be wrong...

Cordially, and reaching for my lighter.

Michael H. Standart
Of course, it is understood Michael and Kevin that this is a women-free thread.
Only the male posters allowed in here in the fug...
Wonder will Uncle Cookie drop in for a drink before the inevitable row starts...
You're up for a brandy in here with the boys, aren't you Geoff?
Capt. Cookie has arrived, stoking on a Garcia Vega maduro - I think Garcia ran over this thing in his Vega.

Now, when's the row start?

Party just got crashed, blokie-blokes!

Lots of us sheilas appropriate and subvert that phallic symbol, the cigar - and Kipling needs a clout on a head and a reminder that sometimes a cigar IS just a cigar!

Bugger the brandy, pass the rum in a decent sized snifter.

Quit complaining! We'll just ply her with drink and...........

Not to worry, Inger. My intentions are strictly dishonorable.

Ah, but the Hoyo De Monteray Excaliber and the cognac first. Gotta keep our priorities strieght.

Michael H. Standart
Don't worry - my female work colleagues have informed me I'm an honorary bloke anyway. I drink pints and love curry.

Bacardi Spice, my good man, and go heavy on the ice.

Now, who is going to be the first to tell what Maxtone-Graham's granny called 'smoking room stories'?
Ye Gods! A wummun who thinks she's a man. Next you'll be wanting to vote.
M'dear, I must earnestly entreat you to leave... can you not go to the Reading & Writing thread? Do some embroidery...
This is a male sanctuary. There is coarse talk, I am sure it would be most distressing to your delicate ears. Look about you, there are spittoons... I'm sure you've seen enough by now, a very funny raid while it lasted... yes, yes..
If you stay any longer all this appalling smoke could interfere with the canals of your ears and made you dizzy or even faint. Some women affected by the scourge have gone even madder than they are already.
Michael if you could just get the door as I steer the young lady out...
Hi Senan, I'm afraid she might steer us out! Anybody who can survive working for a politician can survive anything!

I wonder if that bunch of really cheap stogies I got at the chemist's can do the job. Or maybe that "special" rum made in the scrap auto radiators here in the South Carolina hills. This afternoon was a very good year.

Inger, don't mind the skull and crossbones on the bottle or the "Auld Graveyard" lable. This is really gooooooooood stuff!

Michael H. Standart
You might have had a little too much of that radiator rust there, Michael.

Can't you see? A wummun in the Smoking Room simply won't do at all.

It could spell the end of civilization as we know it.

This thread might as well crash into an ashtray if there are going to be wimmin in Smoke Rooms. The world of 1912 Old Decency will end right here.

Is it not enough that they and the beings that should be see and not heard have the lifeboat threads all to themselves?
My dear sir (and please don't mind the cigar smoke I'm blowing in your face) forget I come from that savage nation Down Under where women have voted in national elections since 1902. In a few years I intend to sport my Fenian colours, join the Cumann na mBan, fight alongside the first female combat officer of the 20th century and then get m'self elected to the Dail Eireann (after a brief spell in gaol).

But you are holding onto that cigar very protectively! Are you aware of Dr Woolf, Mr Molony? Her ideas on the male preoccupation with cigars might be of particular interest to you.

I might not chain myself to the railings of parliament, but I will chain myself to a bar. I need very little encouragement to do so. About time we did away with the barbaric 11.00 closing time.

Don't worry about the skull and crossbones, Michael - I drink Midshipman's rum, which is approximately the equivalent of "Auld Graveyard"!

~ Ing
No rust in my radiator,Sen, but maybe a touch of the anti-freeze that didn't get flushed out. Might need it too as the "enemy" seems to be outsmoking us with her weapon of mass distraction.

Hope that's a good Havana you're puffing away on, Ing.(Wimmin who smoke Cohibas can't be all bad.) Since you've crashed our gates and ended civilisation as we know it, might as well do it with quality stuff.

Michael H. Standart