The writer has found a method of producing cowl-ventilators by the use of clay pipes.
"Boys' Book of Model Boats" by Raymond Francis Yates
The fire was blazing brightly in the kitchen, and in front of it sat the farmer, smoking a long clay pipe, which to Geoff smelt very nasty.
"Great Uncle Hoot-Toot" by Mrs. Molesworth
Bohemianism, when I arrived in London, was emigrating from the tavern of sanded floors and clay pipes into Clubland.
"The Confessions of a Caricaturist, Vol. 1 (of 2)" by Harry Furniss
His constant companion, a pipe of red pipe-clay, is in his lap.
"The American Missionary -- Volume 38, No. 06, June, 1884" by Various
In his mouth is a clay pipe; in his hand a black bottle: both products of Great Britain.
"The Pearl of the Antilles, or An Artist in Cuba" by Walter Goodman
Very quickly my eyes became accustomed to the smoke, especially after I was handed a filled clay pipe by my new and excellent friend.
"The O'Ruddy" by Stephen Crane
There sat old Huck enjoying his pipe and warming his feet before the fire in the clay chimney he had built.
"Buffalo Bill's Spy Trailer" by Colonel Prentiss Ingraham
I suppose it was that picture with the mug and the clay pipe.
"Jan and Her Job" by L. Allen Harker
A clay pipe in his mouth, a jar of tobacco on another chair beside him, a glass of whiskey for a paper-weight on his telegrams.
"Amaryllis at the Fair" by Richard Jefferies
He usually sat on a low seat leaning against the side of the fire, smoking a long clay pipe up the drawing-room chimney.
"The Strand Magazine, Volume V, Issue 29, May 1893" by Various
Old Black Jacko
In his little pipe of clay.
Puff, puff, puff,
He never has enough
Though he smokes it all day.
"Old Black Jacko" by C J Dennis
Forget my granny who sits on t' steps
A-smokin' her owd clay pipe!
How t' years crinkle-crankle thro' her mind
As she harks t' wailin' o' t' snipe!
"Gypsy Bride" by Dorothy Una Ratcliffe
With Pipe and Book at close of day,
Oh, what is sweeter, mortal, say?
It matters not what book on knee,
Old Izaak or the Odyssey,
It matters not meerschaum or clay.
"With Pipe And Book" by Richard Le Gallienne
My granny smoked a pipe of clay,
And yammered of her youth;
The hairs upon her chin were grey,
She had a single tooth;
Her mutch was grimed, I grieve to say,
For I would speak the truth.
"My Ancestors" by Robert W Service