NOT A BAD JOKE.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XLII, Issue XLII, 7 October 1922, Page 10

NOT A BAD JOKE.

Lord Beayerbrook is an exceedingly critical judge of a good cigar, and heartily detests even the smell of a bad one. One day he was alone in a railway carriage when a young man entered, and, sitting opposite to him, puffed away heartily at a "weed 7' that was too awful for words. "Are you aware, sir," inquired Lor 3 Beaverbrook in his most impressive manner, "that this is not a smoking compartment ?'' Muttering an apology, the youth flung his humble smoke out of the window. Whereupon Lord Beaverbrook drew a well-filled cigar case from his pocket and proceeded to light up. "'Ere, I say, guv1 nor," protested, the other, "I thought you objected to smoking!' "Not at all, my dear sir! Not at all! I thought you would have realised j that I was only joking. Er—have one j of mine.' j The youth selected with alacrity a j prime imported Havana from the prof- ! ferred case, lit i£, and soon the pleasi ing aroma from two excellent cigars I pervaded every corner of the compart- | ment.