Pulvers' Prior Briar
P.O. Box 85
Los Altos, CA  94023

e-mail:
priorbriar@gmail.com
Phone
650-965-4773
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The photo depicts one of the final days of the Camelot of
tobacco shops, my own Sherlock's Haven.  To my immediate
left is both good friend and my professional consigliere, Steve
Brunner.  To my immediate right is one of the great tobacco
palates, relieving me of the chore of tasting and rating each
pipe tobacco and cigar, Johnson Tacalon.  And the tall guy
behind him was the store Mgr. and current close friend, Jim
Walker.  We're surrounded by good guys and true.  
I wanted to caption this "I knew more about pipes and tobacco
when I was 7 than you do now," but my PR dep't. said that
would be a bad idea.  Looks like old curmudgeons start as
young curmudgeons, doesn't it?  Years ago, my mother told my
then newish wife that when I was a kid, all they had to do to
keep me quiet was put a hat on my head, a corn cob in my
mouth and shove me in the back seat of the car.  My wife
replied, "nothing's changed, except he's now in the front seat."
        The Mill
Poetry...Cause It's Good For You

April 3, 2020;
Being a good citizen (well, a pretty
good citizen...I did walk into our
otherwise closed local pipe shop via
the back door today, enjoying a smoke
with local PD Officer Robert and Rick,
the Mgr., but mostly keeping my
distance) and staying home, my
socializing, like yours, is done through
mechanisms like Zoom.  Tomorrow
morning a small group of us will listen
to our favorite instructor talk about
John Milton's Paradise Lost while on
Zoom.  But don't worry, you're not
going to have "Paradise Lost" inflicted
on you.  
Instead, you will be treated to maybe
the first poem read to me by my older
sister, who has to be given credit for
trying to educate me.  This poem, while
not a perfect fit for today's situation,
comes close enough.  It's from The
Pocket Book of Popular Verse, and is a
"Genuine Pocket Book," #308, and is "A
Wartime Book" published in 1945.

       
 Some Little Bug
In these days of indigestion
It is oftimes a question
As to what to eat & what to leave alone;
For each microbe and bacillus
Has a different way to kill us,
And in time they always claim us for their own.
There are germs of every kind
In any food that you can find
In the market or upon the bill of fare.
Drinking water's just as risky
As the so-called deadly whiskey,
And it's often a mistake to breathe the air.

Some little bug is going to find you some day,
Some little bug will creep behind you some day,
Then he'll send for his bug friends
And all your earthly trouble ends;
Some little bug is going to find you some day.

The inviting green cucumber
Gets most everybody's number,
While the green corn has a system of its own;
Though a radish seems nutritious
Its behavior is quite vicious,
And a doctor will be coming to your home.
Eating Lobster cooked or plain
Is only flirting with ptomaine,
While an oyster sometimes has a lot to say,
But the clams we eat in chowder
Make the angels chant the louder,
For they know that we'll be with them right away.

Some little bug is going to find you some day,
Some little bug will creep behind you some day,
Then he'll get into your gizzard-
If you lose him you're a wizard-
Some little bug is going to find you some day.

Take a slice of nice fried onion
And you're fit for Dr. Munyon
Apple dumplings kill you quicker than a train.
Chew a cheesy midnight 'rabbit'
And a grave you'll soon inhabit--
Ah, to eat at all is such a foolish game.
Eating huckleberry pie
Is a pleasing way to die,
While sauerkraut brings on softening of the
brain.
When you eat banana fritters
Every undertaker titters,
And the casket makers nearly go insane.

Some little bug is going to find you some day,
Some little bug is going to creep behind you
some day,
With a nervous little quiver
He'll give cirrhosis of the liver;
Some little bug is going to find you some day.

When cold storage vaults I visit
I can only say what is it
Makes poor mortals fill their systems with such
stuff?
Now, for breakfast, prunes are dandy
If a stomach pump is handy
And your doctor can be found quite soon
enough.
Eat a plate of fine pigs' knuckles
And the headstone cutter chuckles,
While the grave digger makes a note upon his
cuff.
Eat that lovely red bologna
And you'll wear a wooden Kimona,
As your relatives start scrappin' bout your stuff.

Some little bug is going to find you some day,
Some little but is going to creep behind you
some day,
Eating juicy sliced pineapple
Makes the sexton dust the chapel;
Some little bug is going to find you some day.

All those crazy foods they mix
Will float us 'cross the River Styx,
Or they'll start us climbing up the Milky Way.
And the meals we eat in courses
Mean a hearse and two black horses
So before a meal some people always pray.
Luscious grapes breed 'pendicitis,
And the juice leads to gastritis,
So there's only death to greet us either way;
And fried liver's nice, but mind you,
Friends will soon ride slow behind you
And the papers then will have nice things to say

Some little bug is going to find you some day,
Some little bug will creep behind you some day
Eat some sauce, they call it chili,
On your breast they'll place a lily;
Some little bug is going to find you some day.
                                          Roy Atwell

  
Marty





P.S. After reading that doggerel, you
deserve some nice pipes to look at.
Try two nice Castellos on the Italian
page (an Old Antiquari Great Line & an
unsmoked Vergin Sea Rock G), or some
small, but well blasted used Petersons
on the English page.  On that same
page you'll find an unsmoked Charatan
Supreme and a 1949 Dunhill Shell.  Is
that your birth year.  Welcome to the 70s




Remember: "
We are all bozos on this
bus
."

A riff on the above quote came in today from
a friend: Blessed are we who can laugh at
ourselves for we shall never cease to be
amused.









A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
The ability of so many people to live
comfortably with the idea of capital punishment
is perhaps a clue to how so many Europeans
were able to live with the idea of the Holocaust:
Once you accept the notion that the state has
the right to kill someone and the right to define
what is a capital crime, aren't you halfway
there? -Roger Ebert, film-critic (18 Jun
1942-2013)









I finally got to post pipe # 4 in my Human Folly-
HumanTragedy series, which I am doing in
collaboration with pipe maker Don Gillmore.  
This pipe is The Children's Crusade,
representing all the centuries children have
been abused physically and emotionally,
creating a foundation for a screwed up next
generation.
On the front of the pipe's bowl is an
etched Knight's Templar Cross.  
Somehow I jumped over pipe #3 in the
Series.  The pipe, a volcano representing
the folly of building a city under a regularly
spewing Vesuvius, is in stock and only needs to
be posted.  I'll do that soon.
# 3 in the Human Folly/Human Tragedy series is
now posted.  If you think that building a city
under a live volcano, as the citizens of Pompeii
did, consider how much we've learned as a
species, with California, a state of over 30
million inhabitants, doing nothing but building
skyscrapers in cities like San Francisco, Oakland
and Los Angeles over huge fault lines.  Brilliant.











Don't forget to see the Original Sin Apple
on the Human Folly page.  It's called
"Paradise Lost" & it's the first pipe in our
ground breaking series that  points a shaming
finger at instances of thoughtless human folly
that inevitably led to human tragedy.  That first
five sold out quickly, and the 2nd group, three
of them, have just arrived.  If you want one,
please let me know now as it will be awhile
before any others are produced.
We now are also showing pipe #2 in our Human
Folly Series, The Helen of Troy, a Yachtsman
(what else) to symbolize "the face that launched
a
thousand ships"  and provoked a 10 year war
that culminated in a demolished great city
state.  
Also on the Specials page is pipe # 4, The
Children's Crusade, a reminder of the way we
abuse kids physically and emotionally, assuring
a screwed up next generation.  The shape is an
Acorn of sorts, but the defining detail is the
Cross etched on the front of the bowl.  
Pipe # 3 in the series is ready to post, too.  It is
a Volcano, which might help you remember Mt.
Vesuvius and the devastation it did to the com-
munity that oh so wisely decided to camp and
build at the bottom of a deadly, active volcano.  


It is horrifying that we have to fight our
own government to save the environment.  
Ansel Adams, photographer (20 Feb 1902-1984)


Philanthropy is the refuge of rich people who
wish to annoy their fellow creatures.
Oscar Wilde

All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his
delusions is called a philosopher.
Ambrose Bierce

If you wish to understand a philosopher, do not
ask what he says, but find out what he wants.
Friedrich William Nietzsche

Philosophy,
n.  A route of many roads leading
from nowhere to nothing.
Ambrose Bierce

Those who lack the courage will always find a
philosophy to justify it.
Albert Camus



available tins
Pease Southlinch from 2002 NASPC show. $90
Friedman & Pease Winter's Tale.  $100

New Tins arrived, including
Abingdon, and a bunch of
others from 2003 and starting @ $40 a tin.

More old, collectible tins from the 1990's:







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