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King Country Chronicle, Volume XXIX, Issue 4694, 16 May 1935, Page 2

“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?” “Ain’t no time for patent pipes meself,” 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 do you smoke?” queried the passenger. “Toasted, in course,” said the driver, “Cut Plug No. 10. Ain’t ’ardy any 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’ them blanky imitations.” “Often heard tell of it,” said the “fare.” “I’ll get some.” “Can’t do no better,” declared the driver, “there’s five brands, Cavendish, Cut Plug 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!” (484>J