And those President cigars certainly filled the bill.
"About half-past five Kenelm got up and looked out of the window.

The rain come spattin' against the pane and the wind whined and sounded mean.

Kenelm went back to the chair again.

Then he got up and took another observation.

At last he goes back to the chair, stretches himself out, puts his feet against the stove, pulls at the cigar, and says he: "'I was cal'latin' to go downtown on a bus'ness trip, same's I did last night.