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The Veteran seated in the smokeroom of the Lyttelton-Wellington “ferry” boat glanced with evident amusement at the youth smoking a huge briar. The lad was quick to observe this and to resent it. No - offence, I hope?”' queried the ancient, “I was merely thinking of the changes I’ve seen in my time. My father wouldn’t allow me to smoke until I was five-and-twenty. You, I presume, are about eighteen and responsible to nobody?” “We grow up Sir.” The old gentleman smiled again. “And what tobacco do you use if I may ask?” “Navy Cut No. 3, one of the toasted brands. Finest tobaccos out, pure as they can be because toasting eliminates most of the nicotine. You ought to try toasted, Sir. There are five blends, Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead), Cavendish, Riverhead Gold and Desert Gold, so you’re sure - of getting something to suit you.” The veteran nodded. “Its’ never too late to learn,” he said, “thank you.”—Advt.

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Greymouth Evening Star, 4 December 1940, Page 4

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Untitled Greymouth Evening Star, 4 December 1940, Page 4

Untitled Greymouth Evening Star, 4 December 1940, Page 4