Nicotine in Her Smack by Mrs. Garrison

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · May 15, 1879

Nicotine in Her Smack.

By Mrs. Garrison

I WONDER how any woman who has ever kissed a clean man can go through the pretense even of kissing a tobacco-chewer. Did you ever see one suffer the penalty? This is how she does it. There is a preliminary shudder, and then she sets her teeth hard, holds her breath, makes a little pigeon dip at the foul lips of the grinding beast, and then, pale with horror, flies to the kitchen, where, if you follow her, you will find her disinfecting with soap and water. Many of the blessed little hypocrites pretend that they like the smell of a cigar, but even hypocrisy is powerless to force from a woman the confession of a fondness for hanging like a bee on the flower to a tobacco worm's lips.—Mrs. Garrison.