Professional cigarette tester Sol C. Korn, USA, 1945
(midwest.social)
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HistoryPhotosMy dad invented the phrase "dollars to donuts". Every time he got a dollar, he bought a donut.
He died at 34.
That's a lifeshort career choice.
I mean... my grandma smoked like a chimney for like 70 years, and only quit because of the covid lockdowns. Then she died at the ripe old age of 95. Guess she got too much blood in her nicotine system...
So what's he doing today?
He died in 1982 at the age of 91.
Gymnast
I could tell.
Well, what are the latest results?
Everything tastes like shit now and I can't smell anything. Also, my lungs hurt a little.
Excellent. Ship it!
Sore lungs, you say? Hmmm...
To shreds, you say...
Oh, so just smoke more? Ok, doc!
Or... switch to menthols!
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Okay, the photography in that one is just :: chef's kiss :: perfect.
There are actually cigarette testing machines, and have been around for decades apparently. I've learned of them from a blogger back in the 2000s, when he told of his cigarette factory tour and said he felt like one of those machines thanks to the chain-smoking habit. Well apparently this dude is in fact a manifestation of such a machine in flesh.
There are plenty of examples of the tobacco industry telling on itself, but the mere existence of "automated cigarette QA" has to be one of the wildest.
So what age did he reach?
27
1892-1962, about 70
Cool old Ronson table lighter
fucking quarter gallon of lighter fluid in that bitch
If you are above a certain age, you can smell this photo.
It smells like Dennys used to smell.
So Dennys used to smell better?
I remember this smell.
I also remember that once I went to a Denny's and my dad drove us home during an unexpected blizzard. I don't go to Denny's often but now, every time I do, even if it's in the middle of August, I hope for snow.
Or any other restaurant where you had a smoking and non smoking section
Parent's car.
Some may be wondering how this scheme worked. Well, it didn't. As someone who waited tables during those times, this really only mattered for seating and where you could light up. In reality, every section was the smoking section since the second-hand smoking experience was practically everywhere, including the kitchen.
There's a special level of hell where your hair and clothes smell permanently of old cigarette smoke and fry grease, and it never washes out.
Yep, as a kid my eyes would hurt when we went out to eat and the whole place stank. The whole family was non-smokers and so we'd go out of our way to get an outside table if possible. It's nuts that that was a thing for so long
I just don't think the younger generations can understand how saturated diners and bars were with cigarette smoke.
Used to love pretending that the cigarette vending machine was a nasa control center while waiting to be seated though. Every once in a while a plunger would work and my parents would take the pack out and throw them away.
That brings me back.
Back to a world where everything smelled like cigarette ash. While its nostalgic, I don't miss it. Its crazy how much people used to smoke.
Yeah and if you miss it you could always pop into a casino. At the doors I was like, “oh wow. That’s interesting.” Then I hit the interior, “ugh, god. It’s everywhere.” Yuck
Smells like Reno.
Second cigarette after you order brings the waitress out with your Moons Over My Hammy and some more coffee.
What a freak on a leash
