SO THEY LAUGHED. They laughed when I bought my first pipe . . but little did they dream howmuch I really knew about smoking. You see, I had spent many happy hours of my childhood, now on grandpa's knee, and now on father's writhing and wriggling to watch them fill up, and light their pipes. Grandpa's pipe was im.mense. Father's was a cherrywood. Mine is a briar. But strange to relate, we all smoke the same tobacco—Dill's Best. It was in our blood, I suppose. Grandpa had smoked Dill's Best since he was a lad. An American captain on a windjammer gave him his first fill way back in 1863. Dill's, of course, has beep on the market since 1848. But the present is more important; if you're keen to smoke a pipe, begin with Dill's Bast.
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Press, Volume LXVII, Issue 20411, 4 December 1931, Page 10
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