Piff! My cig's out.

I can't smoke the truck the steward sells.

Any gen'elman got a real Turkish cig on him ?" The chief engineer entered for a moment, red, smiling, and wet.

"Say, Mac," cried Harvey cheerfully, "how are we hitting it ?" "Vara much in the ordinary way," was the grave reply.

"The young are as polite as ever to their elders, an' their elders are e'en tryin' to appreciate it." A low chuckle came from a corner.