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DORM MOOCHES were no respecters of (a) person's pipe tobacco
By OLDRUSTYBUCKET1 in WHY ARE THEY IN THE POT?
April 3, 2011 
Finding grounds in my coffee cup today evoked memories from over forty years ago. 
It was the “cool” thing to smoke a pipe at the time. The “last of the big spenders”,

many of us really went all out buying the cheapest “real he man" tobaccos like Cherry Blend, Rum & Maple, Half & Half and Borkum Riff. ` It turned out some of the pipers never bought their own smokin’ materials. They’d cruise the dorm trolling for whatever tobacco they could mooch, or filch. To keep our stuff moist we put small chunks of apple in our pouches. For those bumming critters we let gray mats of “apple hair” grow to about nickel to quarter size before leaving those decoy pouches out on our desks, Another deterent trick was shaking a few fresh coffee grounds or tiny pieces of rubberbands into a pouch. All this necessitated keeping the undoctored pouches out of sight. It didn’t usually take long to hear the unhappiness from the mooches. There was no question about which unwanted substance they “enjoyed”. To thwart one constant bummer my buddy Rex loaded a piece of a toenail into a cigarette. He gleefully reported, “Between the pukin’and cussin’ the guy put on quite a show. It cured him, never bummed another cigarette, not from me anyway.” This just reminded me of an old ironworker who chewed Beechnut chewing tobacco. The bad thing about it was that we were working on galvanized metal decking over the turbine generator at a powerhouse roughly 100 feet above the ground. Thanks to that old cuss all those brown splotches on that deck were safety hazards. Stepping on one would send a guy skating across the deck Also a chewer, my brother would wait until several guys were standing around before hauling out a pouch of Beechnut or Red Man.. He’d open the pouch and spit a big string of brown juice into it and stir it with his fingers before offering it around to the group. For some reason there were never any takers. How’ve you stopped the “terbaccy” bums?