I too have never heard them referred to as smoker windows, but it makes perfect sense though! I think everyone from that era remembers some jerk (usually mom or dad) puffing away with us kids in the back seat chocking up a lung or two! If it weren't for wing windows, us little kids woulda been DOA for sure!
...And didn't everyone's dad have atleast one of those "kronies" that smoked cigars on the way to their favorite fishin' holes with us stuffed in back! yep, to this day I still feel like hurlin when I smell a cigar!
Today they call that child abuse! hummmm that gives me an idea.... like blackmail....oh, that's right,my dad's dead.nevermind. I wonder why.......59 years old he was, throat cancer it was...