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STRANDED IN PORT SAID. He was a long, long way from home—was Mr G. C. Read. Thousands of miles from dear old New Zealand —a thousand miles from London. To make matters worse his stock of his favourite tobacco was gone. Life seemed blue indeed, when—Eureka!— from the hold of a dory a Suez boatman offered a humidor tin of Edgeworth, .and the sun broke through the clouds. You might think that a man stranded, in Port Said would welcome any kind of tobacco. But not so! There’s a flavour about Edgeworth that once in the pipe is there to stay—a quality that pipe-smokers all over the world insist on bavins*— and none other.—Advt

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Southland Times, Issue 20794, 7 June 1929, Page 10

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Page 10 Advertisements Column 1 Southland Times, Issue 20794, 7 June 1929, Page 10

Page 10 Advertisements Column 1 Southland Times, Issue 20794, 7 June 1929, Page 10