On the back, a group of jabbering, twitching tomacco-addicts write in begging for more, more MORE NOW PLEASE.

“My wife has trouble with gas around her heart.” There’s a country-western song waiting to be written.

I just noticed the credits by the union dingbat: “Western Printing, Racine.” Talk about your website synchronicity. Guess what they would give the world almost sixty years later under their Whitman imprint? This.