Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., an avid cigar smoker, once had lunch with a beautiful woman at La Cote Basque in New York. "At the end of the excellent lunch I lit a cigar," he recalled, "and a man in the banquette next to us objected to the cigar." Did Schlesinger kindly extinguish the offending item? Not exactly. "I was filled with righteous indignation," he recalled. "I pointed out this was a fine Havana cigar -- and he should be grateful being within smelling range!"