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Grey River Argus, 10 May 1935, Page 3

1 ‘Lumme,” said the bus driver to the fare alongside, “that’s a bosker pipe of yourn mister!” “Ten bob’s worth,” replied the owner, “it’s a patent—works the nicotine out, see ” “Aint no time for patent pipes myself,” remarked, the driver, “always going wrong. Just a ordinary pipe wif no frills*for your ’umble. This ’ere” (a stumpy briar) “never goes -wrong, smokes as sweet as sugar, and cost ninepence. You’ve no call for patent pipes s’long as yer bacca’s right.” “What kind d’you smoke?” queried the passenger. “Toasted in course,” said the driver. “Cut Plug No. 10. Aint ’ardly no nikerten in toasted. The toasting does the trick. Talk abaht yer imported, it’s not in it wif toasted—the reel toasted I mean—not one o’theni blanky imitations.” “Often heard tell of it,” said the “fare.” “I’ll get some.” “Can’t do no better,” declared the- driver. “there’*’ five brands, Cavendish, Cut Phig No. 10 (Bullshead), Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), Riverhead Gold and Desert Gold. You pays yer money and you takes yer choice. Getting down? Ta! Ta! ”