“Luiiinie! ” said the bus driver, as a mate of his climbed tip alongside, “Wot's wrong, old cobber? You look as if you was goin ’ to your own funeral or sonictin ’! liy don I you icain to smoke and make your miserable life ’appy? What? Don’t fink yon could? *Ow do you know if you never tried? Take if from me there's nothin’ ’art so sweet in life as a pipe of good bacea toasted, of course, ’cause there ain’t no bacen in it wif toasted. Try Piveihead Gold. It makes bosker cigarettes, but goes well in a pipe. So does Desert Gold. When you want some.fin’ stronger there's Cavendish. Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), or Cui Plug No. 10 (Bullshead). Once you start to smoke toasted vou won’t want to leave it orf. Tt fair gets you! ’Armless too. .No nicotine in toasted. ’Ow do I know? ’Cause T smoke it mesclf. Getting orf? Well, In ta! Likewise so long and cheerio' You’ll live to I hank for giving yon the straight griftin abaht toasted!” And so ho did!
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Grey River Argus, 8 May 1936, Page 5
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179Page 5 Advertisements Column 1 Grey River Argus, 8 May 1936, Page 5
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