The cover of a 2002 anti-smoking pamphlet brought to you by your friends at the R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Company. Besides the fact that no kids gather in ice-cream parlors anymore, where does the one above even exist? They must have had to open up the secret wing of the confectioner’s museum for the photo shoot.
Nice touch with the subtle racism–damn those negroids seducing our nation’s bonnie lasses with their devil smoke. Don’t think we can’t see you hiding those rolled cigarettes behind your back, boy.