THE AMATEUR GARDENER
The quiet solitude of a garden—the sweet earthly smell of newly-turned-over-soil —the soft scent of autumn (lowers in bloom—these are the things that bring joy to the heart of many an old business warrior. A man—with a pipe—in- his garden—in the. soft ovening light. The pale blue smoke of his tobacco wafts lazily in tho still nir. Lucky man. Ho is smoking Edgeworth —the most fragrant of all tobaccos. Sweet and mellow, -Edgeworth neither burns nor bites, no matter how heavy the smoking. Ask for it either "Ready-Rubbed" or "Plug Slice."— Advt.
' t often wonder how old knights Who wore tliO.sc nalty suits 0!' steal and chaiir mail; Irf-lniots. too! And iron things for their boots. I say I often wonder how These things they could endure, To sneeze in firniinir and .without.' Some Wools' CJrenl. IVppcrmiiU' Cure. —AilvV, . . . :.
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Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 93, 21 April 1931, Page 13
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142Page 13 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 93, 21 April 1931, Page 13
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