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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 4482, 27 August 1940, Page 2

Breaking loose over the north of London, a barrage baloon, with the fins in shreds and the cable snapping like a whip, soared up and down for three hours before the cable twisted round the pinnacle of St. Mark’s Church. Finsbury. The pinnacle crashed to the ground, and the baloon finally broke away and Quickly disappeared from sight.

“Bum life a tobacconist,” confided .a Wanganui whiff merchant to a reporter, “got to please everybody sometimes it’s a tough contract. Yesterday a chap bursts in with: “Give us a pound of toasted Cavendish. Hurry up! Got a train to catch.”' “Well, d’ye see I’d had a run on toasted Cavendish, and hadn’t a shred left (expecting another consignment to-day). But I didn’t want to lose his custom so I says "sorry I’m clean out of toasted Cavendish, but I’ve something similar which perhaps yo’d like better.” "There’s nothing similar to toasted Cavendish, and nothing I’d like better,” he snaps—and bolts out. Whatcher think of that?” “Very annoying of course,” replied the presssnainj, “but I think the bloke was dead fight. I smoke toasted Cavendish myself. and there is nothing like it. There are other toasted brands, arn’t there?” "Four,” replied the tobacconist. “Cut Plug No. 10 (BulLshead), Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), Biverhead Gold and Desert Gold—ail practically free from nicotine (because they’re toasted, d’ye see, all perfectly harmless and all best sellers.”

Men and monarchy. East and West, -Spite of bickerings, All attest For affections Of the chest. Woods.’ Great Peppermint Cure is best.