THE ESCAPE. Escape at last! Pacing the little ten by twelve garden plot, he could still hear the chatter of visitors’ voices in the drawing-room. To get away from this hum-drum life! To go vagabond. Leave home and office. Ship in a tramp steamer. Travel towards the sun. Walk new lands. Break through a virgin forest. Lie in the shade of island palm trees. To be young again. The night was calm and star-lit. He puffed at his pipe and blew out faint clouds of sweet tobacco smoke. Perhaps, after all, he would only dream of these things. Pipe dreams —the magic solace Of Edgeworth. Perhaps dreams were better than reality for no world could be really hum-drum and drab when you’re seeing it through Edgeworth smoke rings. Edgeworth Is 2/- a 265. tin. All tobacconists.—Advt.
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Dominion, Volume 25, Issue 275, 16 August 1932, Page 10
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136Page 10 Advertisements Column 1 Dominion, Volume 25, Issue 275, 16 August 1932, Page 10
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