Smoke from the Silver Screen

It begins with an interest and sometimes fascination with objects associated with smoking. For those of us exposed to the old black and white Hollywood movies commanded by Bette Davis, Barbara Stanwyck, George Sanders and Joan Crawford, the smoking of cigarettes onscreen was defined by beautiful lighting, elegant gestures, perfect hands, and rooms adorned with silver table lighters, ebony cigarette boxes and exquisitely curling plumes of silver white smoke. Tobacco companies would have to admit that Hollywood sold more cigarettes than any combination of signboards and magazine ads, as countless movie fans took up smoking with a desire to emulate the larger-than-life heroes and heroines of the silver screen. At one point women everywhere wanted to copy the gestures of stars like Nina Foch or Elizabeth Taylor, and men the suave cigarette-lighting techniques of Humphrey Bogart.

For some of us a fascination with the tools of smoking outlived our desire to smoke. The familiar icons of smoking—the silver ‘pine cone’ table lighters, small ashtrays from old transatlantic ocean liners, Zippo flip tops—have long attracted my collector’s eye. Flea markets, garage and yard sales offer the chance of discovering one of these old gems. A little over ten days ago a local flea market turned up several old pieces that fed my habit for old stuff, and one of them is an ashtray that I’ve allowed to ‘steep’ for some time before venturing any comment. Now that I’ve had it for a close to two weeks, there’s been time to soak up its look under different light, feel from day to day its roughness under my fingers, and to ponder the qualities that encouraged me to buy it. Maybe now I can better express what it is that makes an ashtray valuable to a non-smoker.

For a long time I had little interest in Japanese smoking paraphernalia, but it was probably natural that over time an interest would evolve in handmade ceramic ashtrays of that country. Interest was boosted by the design of many Japanese potters, one that was unique and rarely seen in Western countries. From my earliest days in Japan I began to notice everywhere ashtrays in a shape I had never seen. They were uniformly deep with an opening in the center edged by a rough patterned collar for stubbing out a cigarette before dropping it into the deep bowl. Many were ordinary, but a number of them were handsome in a spartan-like design.

The flea market ashtray I brought home recently is of this last type. A rectangular shape measuring 4.5 inches by 3.5, with a depth of 2¼ inches, the top pieces on either side of the opening slanting downward slightly and having a ribbed texture to facilitate putting out the cigarette. The color of the glaze is gray on the upper half with a brown ribbed lower half showing blue highlights. Much to my disappointment I am unable to read the mark on the bottom and must wait to ask a Japanese friend for help. My best guess is that it reads: ‘Shigura’ which could be a name or the location of the kiln. I also have to guess how old the piece is, since that is a very hard point to discern in a piece like this one. Definitely not contemporary, a reasonable guess might put it somewhere between 1945 and 1955.

I mentioned in an earlier post that the man selling the ashtray had no idea what it was or where it came from. There was nothing distinctive about the piece to his eyes and he accordingly sold it for two dollars. For him not too good, since that price was way under value. I have a friend coming soon who enjoys the occasional cigarette. Hopefully he will find some of the same appreciation for this $2 beauty that I have.

Bachelor Pieces

Only seven days ago I was digging through a box of stuff shipped from Japan. Now, here I am again in the same place sifting through another box of odd bits, bachelor pieces with unconnected histories. What I mean is, things that spend most of their time in the background, are seldom picked up or used, but still treasured. All go back a long way, following me from one place to another.

Apart from the four things in the picture here, there were another two interesting bibelots in the mix that I managed to lose or break over the years. Always have my eye out now for another tiny, brown and cream ashtray from the old SS France ocean liner. A hundred years ago I took a ride on that ship going from Southampton in England to New York. The souvenir ashtray from that time is like the ship, long gone broken. And the partner to that little ashtray was a non-nautical sterling silver Ronson table lighter from the 1950s. It was a gift from a friend, who like me, always admired the Ronson lighters in old black and white Joan Crawford movies. A small silver pine cone, or was it a petit pineapple in Miss Crawford’s elegant grip that snapped out the perfect flame every time. That Ronson was lost, fallen by the wayside and passed by.

In the photos alongside there is an old London busman’s box, one of those period pieces used by British bus conductors as a receptacle for the bus fare of coins and bills. For years it has been empty, but always dusted, always pampered. The small silver disc on the top is attached to the box’s key, and is a 16th century Dutch button with a ship engraving. The pocket watch is a Japanese train conductor’s timepiece, a duplicate of those carried by all conductors on Japanese trains, and one that keeps perfect time. I haven’t carried it for a long time, but am careful to keep it running. The Zippo lighter is one designed (painted) for fishermen, and under the picture of the hooked bass is, ‘We fish with Zippo.’ I haven’t smoked for some years, but continue to have an interest in the related accessories, like ashtrays and lighters. As for the bass-lighter, no, I’ve never been a fisherman.

Is it wishful thinking to hope that the next garage sale or flea market will one day reward me with replacements for the SS France art deco ashtray and the Joan Crawford silver Ronson?