Pulp Fiction, 1921 · page 204 of 204
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With acknowledgments to K. C. B. No wonder the fat men chuckled | SWELLED with pride. ) THE FAT man next to me. WAS READING one. %* * ¥ OF MY cigarette ads. AND I felt him chuckle. NOW NO one had ever. * © PRAISED THAT ad. SO | had to ask. IF HE liked it. AND HE said, “Sure.” * AND LAUGHED some more. THEN HE said. “LOOK HERE” and pointed. AND WHERE I’d written. * “PURE TOBACCO.” * * * THE PRINTER had set. “PURE TABASCO.” AND THAT'S why the man. THOUGHT MY ad. * * WAS HOT stuff. * %& + BUT THEN he said. a * a “FORGET THE ads. I NEVER read ‘em. * + * CIGARETTES BUT LEMME teli you. SOMETHING DIFFERENT. THEY OUGHT to say. ABOUT THAT cigarette. AND THAT is this. THEY SATISFY.” AND DARNED if I don’t think. HE REALLY believed. HE WAS giving me. SOMETHING NEW! * printer if you don’t see ‘‘They Satisfy’’ in a Chester- field advertisement. But be sure of this—you’ll find it in the cigarette every time. Won- derful Turkish and Domestic tobaccos, wonderfully blended— it sounds easy.’ But you'll find nothing else like Chesterfield. That blend can’t be copied. glee Pbaxoe EGO KMiGIOOk GO