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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LX, Issue 18205, 28 September 1933, Page 3

A large hsliing cutter crashed on to the rocks at Kangaroo Island (S.A.), and was smashed to driftwood, the crew jumping to safety. “Which d’you reckon the best smoke of the flay?” queried one Auckland l'erry-boat passenger of another (his friend) on the run to Devonport. “Any old time is good enough for me, when it comes to smoking,” was the reply. “I start with a pipe before breakfast, and knock oft' smoking when I turn in.” “If 1 smoked like that,” said the other chap, “my nerves would go to pieces in a month.” “Not if yon smoked my brand,” was the laughing reply. "And what is your brand?” “Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog).” “That's New Zealand, isn't It?” “That's) right. l New Zealand toasted. No nicotine in it worth mentioning. The toasting; extracts the poison. As for flavor, and what the tobacconists call ‘aroma’ no other tobacco can get within cooey of it.” “I suppose there are other brands besides the one you smoke ” "Oh yes. Three—Cavendish, Riverhead Gold, and Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead). You’d like No. 10. It’s full-flavored. All tho boys of the old, brigade smoke No. 10. You try it." lie did—and found if good/ I