STRANDED IN PORT SAID.
110 was a. long, long way from home —was Mr. G; C. llead. Thousands of miles from dear old Now Zealand —a thousand miles from London. To make matters worse, his stock of his favourite tobacco was gone. Life seemed blue indeed, when—Eureka! from the hold of a dory a Suez boatman offered a humidor tin of Edgeworth . ... . and t.lio sun broke through the clouds. , You might think that a man stranded in Port Said would welcome any kind of tobacco; but not so. There's a flavour about Edgeworth that once in the pipe is there to stay—a quality that pipe smokers .all over the worid insist on having, and nono other.—Adyt.
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Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 144, 21 June 1930, Page 25
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STRANDED IN PORT SAID.
Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 144, 21 June 1930, Page 25
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