"Cigarettes were rationed. And I didn't smoke, but I could go uptown in Bradshaw and get some – buy cigarettes all the time. So, I'd buy cigarettes, and then I'd take them home. And then, when I'd have a carton, I'd take them over to Grand Island and sell them to somebody. You know, just for what they cost me. And I never thought about it, but I put them in a dresser drawer that had perfume in it. And the cigarettes became perfumed. And so the last batch I sold, they said, 'Where did you have these cigarettes?'
   "I said, 'I don't know, why?'
   "'Oh they taste just terrible.'
   "So, then I didn't do that anymore. I said, 'You can go buy your own then.' I said, 'I'm not going to worry about you guys.' It was always guys that wanted the cigarettes."