A baritone saxophone (1950s+ Cool musicians)
Two half-grown lads followed the big pipe with a small bag of Kinnikinique, and ever and anon replenished the bowl.
And you would have to put up with my pipe—that big pipe yonder—a horror.
I had filled this big pipe, and laid it on the desk in front of me, expecting “Jack” to call for a smoke.
He gave the school-master a big pipe and tobacco enough to last him a month.
From time to time he strode in, his big pipe in the corner of his mouth.
The medicine chief took up his position in the center of the circle, near a small fire, with his big pipe in his hands.
He soon returned, followed by a stalwart bearded Australian of about fifty years, smoking a big pipe.
Bones in his shirtsleeves, bareheaded, his big pipe in his mouth, who came hurriedly through the trees pistol in hand.
Every once in a while a pipe would go off from the big pipe.
“Nice little place for business,” said Platt sagely from behind his big pipe.