Page 7 Advertisements Column 2

Taranaki Daily News, 31 January 1931, Page 7 (Supplement)

■ ■ ■ iff • S ! Tmfts j "WTEW Gifts will shortly be offered for Creamdata Xu and all Fleming Products. These will include X Stainless Knives, Scouts’ Knives, Beautiful A.L Quality Silver-Plated Butter Knives, Jam Spoons, V fe Dessert Forks, Cream Jugs, Sugar Bowls and Teapots Bst ( SI to match. Full particulars will be announced later. » O [ Meanwhile, SAVE THE COUPONS from large bags OO LI OC3IH! S and SMALL SERGT. DAN HEADS from Creamoata, Milk Oaties, Oatienuts, Thistle Oats, Sweet Heart o’ AHB SBROEAHT ©AN Wheat, etc. so that you will be able to take advantage HBADS o f the new Gift Offer without delay. WATCH for further announcement! CREAMOATA and ad SemJ stamped addressed envelope to Sergt. Dan, P.O. Box 24, Gore, /or collection sheet and directions. When sending your collection sheet, name the article you would like to secure at FLEMING AND COMPANY LIMITED GORE

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NEEDED.Scribbler dashed into the editor’? office. “Can I have ten bob in advance cn the story I’m writing?” he asked. The editor looked up from his desk. “That is a very unusual request,” he murmured. Scribbler gave an appealing look. “I know,” he returned, “|>ut it’s like this- I’vo got to a point in the story where the hero sits down to a square meal, and I want to get the right atmosphere.” *.* ♦ « . OBLIGING. “Here. My,” said the fpspy man who was standing at the entrance to a large block of offices, “where does Mr. Smythe live?” “Come with ine, sir,” said the lad, and entering a doorway he started to climb the broad stairs. Up six flights he went/ the visitor following breathlessly, finally he paused at an opbn door. ’ . “Thi? is the floor,” he announced, "Mr. Smytljj" live© in there.’’ “Looks as if we’d had bad luck,” remarked the visitor, peeping into the room. He doesn’t seem to be here.” “No, sis.” replied the boy. “That was him standing on the doorstep as w® came in.”