THROUGH OUR EXCHANGES

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 39, 8 June 1914, Page 3

THROUGH OUR EXCHANGES

A large yellow globe mangold was on view at Gisborne recently. it turned the scale at 401 b, and was a splendid specimen.

Out of doors, with your briar filled with FULL DERBY you can tackle your work with a laugh in your heart and a rich nutty flavour on your palate. ’Tis the workers’ smoketry it—in plug or 2 OZ. TINS. 21

“Fifteen per cent, of the running cost of a motor car depends on the driver,” said Mr L. S. Drake, City Council motor inspector, Wellington, at the last meeting of the Petone Borough Council.

, Tried the rich, FULL DERBY yet? ’Tis the smoke for a man—a strong man with a taste for a refined tobac? no. Try it this time—plug or 2 OZ. TINS. 22

The latest thing in footwarmers is an electric mat for use in motor cars. It is formed of coils of wire in asbestos, covered with canvas and enclosed in a plush jacket, and gets its heat from a dynamo attached to the car. The device is intended for the use of ladies who are wearing light shoes, ft is expected that the idea will be elaborated, and the same principle of heating extended to the back and seat cushions of cars.

A big broad day of sun and sky—solid boots, a good road, and the ’ole pouch chock up with FULL DERBY —talk about a holiday—what? Well, just try it? Tins or plug. 23

A common juror, called on Tuesday at Invercargill, asked to he excused from service on* the grounds that he was over 60 years # of age (say’s the Southland News). His Honor stated that there was no need of any application to lie excused, as being over 30 entitled the juror to exemption. He advised the applicant to see that his name was struck oft' the jury list in order that he might not be called again.

The darker the 1 tobacco the Hess it bites the tongue. FULL DERBY combines smoothness with a degree of nuttiness and richness not found in any other smoke. In plugs of 2 OZ. Tins. Try it! 24

A story is told of a ranger not a hundred miles from South Canterbury who, seeing a Maori with a gun and a hag, accosted him and asked where he had been. The Maori replied that he had been shooting. Had he met with any luck? Oh, yes, he had shot a few ducks. “May I see yOur’diag?” queried the ranger. “Certainly,” replied the Maori. The ranger looked at the contents, which he found 1 to consist of a number of ducks with their heads*and feathers off and cleaned ready for the oven. “What Wort of ducks are they?” the ranger asked, “Oh, you’re the Dinger; it’s your business to know that,” replied the Maori. It is understood (concludes the paper) that no prosecution' is' to" follow.