There was a siding, from the old Leaky Roof railroad that ran up to livestock pens where Elmer’s sister Eva’s fancy husband Joe LaRew had to cross in his Packard 14 miles to Bolivar every day during the teens of the last century.
In order to marry, Eva required a 170 acre farm not far from her father and a brand new Victorian style mansion a little bigger than her father’s.
Joe paid up. Gladly. He was the Circuit Clerk of Polk County and drove every day to his office.
But let’s say Joe one day left his can of Capstan on the Packard running boards while he cranked it, and when he drove across the Rosebud siding it fell off.
A poor hobo picked it up, and rolled himself a smoke.
It takes half a flake, rubbed out, to roll a smoke.
A Capstan cigarette is delicious.
There’s some kind of additive in Capstan to keep it in a flake, and a rubbed out flake is not as suitable for a cigarette as a ribbon cut shag, but it works. Our lonesome hobo by the tracks would have enjoyed his pill.
But do not expect Capstan to match any of the cheap tobaccos on the walls of the smoke shops for use as a roll your own tobacco I’ve tried so far.
Capstan in a cigarette has no nicotine kick, it’s one dimensional, very mild, and reminds me I need to try some of the beginner’s Silver blends I’ve avoided so far.
Our hobo would likely prefer his Bull Durham or Our Advertiser, in a cigarette.
It gives you a fresh clean smoke without the dope…
