My family's doctor, mid to late 60's, had a huge overflowing ashtray on his desk, along with about three dozen brown glass jars filled with pills. I do remember him giving an exam with a cig in his hand. But...he was a great doctor. Also made house calls (anyone who doesn't remember "party lines" doesn't remember house calls). Used to come to our house, do his doctor business, and then sit with my Dad and listen to albums on the new stereo. Really miss those days!