Pulp Fiction, 1913 · page 191 of 192
Ainslee's Magazine, February 1913 — page 191: what you’re looking at
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rince Al ibe ’s tls bulliest ou. le ever smoked in this old jimmy pipe—after breakfast or whenever ! “Just sort of - rings the bell every time you make fire with a _match—it’s so fragrant and fresh—and with a flavor that _ makes you realize you've finally hit the high spot. ie And listen — you can’t dig a tongue-bite from a barrel of PP. A.—just isn’t any— because it’s cut out in the patented . process that stamps P. A. my brand and your brand! “Smoke P. A. till the cows come inne! Smoke it any old way, it can’t even dry : your mouth or parch your throat! Get that? “Your cue is to switch onto the map with a jimmy pipe and get some of this sure enough pipe joy. “Doesn't listen right any more to sing out: ‘I can’t smoke a pipe.’ You can, you will, if you catch the spirit of this hunch and go to it with the old jimmy jammed with P. A. “Today, everywhere men go a pipe’s triple x form. They smoke their favorites in the big cafes. Walk into the clubs and you'll find the old jimmies doing great service. In the homes, on the street, in the offices, just get a line on pipe smoking—and the men who smoke Prince Albert ! “Prince Albert has made all this possible, because it’s the brand that’s all wool and ace high. It puts the jimmy pipe right on the firing line with you, with me, with every man who knows the joys of the real way to smoke tobacco. Say, get into the spirit of * - Buy P. A. in the ie cities, beac in any neck of the woods you rn tidy red tin 10c, the toppy red Lae _ in handsome pound and half-p Says “Hunch:” “They ain’t nothin’ so soothin’ as the corn cob for me, but the chap up top’s been hitting that there same pet bent bulldog with an amber stem for nine years flat. Sez he: ‘Hunch, here’s some smok- ing, this real briar jimmy pipe jes’ choked to the brim with P. A.’ An’ he knows!”’ CONMIG DOO CO