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Greymouth Evening Star, 11 December 1939, Page 6

“Some coves,” said the driver of the service car to a venerable passenger, “learns ter smoke a pipe easy as kiss-me-’and. Take to it as nacheral as a young duck takes to water. I didn’t. Not me! The pipe fair turned mo up repeated! So I thought I’d try another bacca, and changed over to toasted Cavendish. And believe me or believe me not I never ’ad no more trouble wif me pipe. There aint 'ardly any nikoteen in ‘toasted,’ you kin smoke it till all’s blue and it can’t ’urt yer. Arid talk abart a flavour — and" oh, boy! don’t it smell good! | Toasted Nevy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog) is another fine meejum blend; Toasted Cut Plug No. 10 (Bull’s Head) is full strength. That’s another winner! Likewise if you roll your own there’s River’ead Gold and Desert Gold. Both make the finest cigarettes out! ’Ere! Whatcher lafin at? Wot’s the joke?” “I was laughing,” replied the venerable passenger, “because I was smoking ‘toasted’ before you were born.” The driver grunted and lit his pipe.— Advt.