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Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume 52, Issue 3229, 19 February 1943, Page 8

Roars of laughter greeted a speaker at a social gathering at Wellington the other night. “My first pipe,” was his theme. “When I was sixteen,” he said, “I thought I’d like a smoke. A real smoke—not a cigarette. So I borrowed an old briar of my father’s—in blissful ignorance of how ‘seasoned’ it was! I filled it up with some of Dad’s favourite mixture —strong as dynamite! (Laughter). Pretty soon I was ill. Like the chap who was sea-sick, I was afraid I was going to die—then I was afraid I wasn’t! (Laughter). A year later I tried again. I filled up a brand-new pipe with New Zealand toasted tobacco and ■ enjoyed that smoke so much I have been smoking toasted, ever since.” (Laughter and applause). The difference ’twixt ordinary tobacco and toasted tobacco is certainly astonishing! The ordinary stuff is sometimes full of nicotine. The toasted is practically free from the poison. The toasting does it. There are only five brands of toasted —Riverhead Gold, Desert Gold, Navy Cut No. 3, Pocket Edition and Cut Plug No. 10. Delicious! .