“Takes all sorts to make a world!” remarked the bus-driver to the cobber alongside, “and some of ’em never would be missed! Yesterday a melan-choly-looking bloke asks me did I smoke? (he seen me pipe in me ’and) and when I nods ’he sez: ‘Ah, my friend, whdt a sinful and shockin’ ’abit! ‘Smoking ain’t reckoned a crime yet,’ I makes reply, though there’s parties no doubt as wishes it was.’ ‘So disastrous to the ’ealth,’ ’e moans. ‘Must be,’ I sez, ‘I been smoking fer 25 years, and I ain’t dead yet. Quite the contrary,’ I sdz, ‘but then I smoke Cut Plug No. 10 (Bulls’ead), and there ain’t no more ’arm in that nor yet in the other toasted baccas, Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog). Cavendish, River’ead Gold and Desert Gold, than what there is in kiss-me-’and. If you smoked you’d know the pleasure and the comfort what there is in these ’ere toasted brands. Why don’t you give it a go, guv’nor? But he just groaned and got orf. But fancy the ruddy-creek of ’im!”—Advt.
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Grey River Argus, 18 August 1937, Page 5
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