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Northland Age, Volume III, Issue 34, 2 September 1931, Page 2

I cannot sing of home, sweet home, My poor old throat won’t do it; I tried a sta/e or two last night— To-day I rather rue it. But Woods' Great Peppermint Cure I know Will cure me by to-morrow, And I shall sing of home, sweet home Without a trace of sorrow. Tobacco is like the lady immoralised in verse : “When she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid |” But it must be admitted that there is a terrible amount of ‘horrid’ tobacco on the market foul stuff, full of poisonous nicotine, Don’t we New Zealanders know it? Why most of the tobacco the country imports is like tha\t Well, it doesn't matter a button so far as we are concerned, because our own tobacco, New Zealand grown, and New Zealand manufactured, is different. Rather There’s hardly any nicotine in it. Howls that ? because it’s toasted, and the toasting does the trick I —kills the vile nicotine and makes the 'baccy as harmless as anything can be, You can smoke it all day long, and all nightlong too, if you like. It can t hurt you. There are only lour brands: Riverhead Gold, Navy Cut No. 3 Cavendish and Cut Plug No. 10, Where can you get them ? W hy, at the nearest tobacconist's shop. But look out tof imitations,