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King Country Chronicle, Volume XXXI, Issue 4955, 13 February 1937, Page 7

“Tell me,” said the ladylike young man in the knickerbocker suit, as he gazed curiously at the bus driver’s ancient briar, “Does smoking really afford you any pleasure?” “Not ’arf,” replied the bus driver. “I once smoked half a pipe of black twist,” confided the innocent, “and it—it—.’’ “Turned you up?” said the bus driver. “It would!” “Isn’t smoking very injui’ious?” ventured the youth. “Haven’t noticed it,” said the bus driver, “but there, I always smoke Cut Plug No. 10. Not a ’apworth of ’arm in that. It’s toasted —like all the genuwine brands. You start wif cigarettes, Mister. Git some Riverhead Gold—finest cigarette bacca out. No error—then tackle Cavendish, Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), and later Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead). See?” “But what’s the good of smoking?” “It’s only the greatest pleasure in life,” said 'the bus driver. “I’ll really have to think about about it,” said the ladylike young man, as he climbed down. “That’s right,” said the bus driver, “but don’t think too hard—might make your ’ead ache! Ta! Ta! (633)